[b]ut In Literature, It Should Be Remembered,

Again, Now, Now, Again Plashes The Rain In Heavy Gouts, The Crinkled Lightning Seems Ever Brightening... And Loud And Long Again The Thunder Shouts His Battle-song, - One Quivering Flash, One Wildering Crash, Followed By Silence Dead And Dull, As If The Cloud, Let Go, Leapt Bodily Below To Whelm The Earth In One Mad Overthrow, And Then A Total Lull.

The Pine Is The Mother Of Legends.

Endurance Is The Crowning Quality, And Patience All The Passion Of Great Hearts.

One Thorn Of Experience Is Worth A Whole Wilderness Of Warning.

Safe In The Hallowed Quiets Of The Past.