Endurance Is The Crowning Quality, And Patience

Granting Our Wish Is One Of Fate's Saddest Jokes.

Through Aisles Of Long-drawn Centuries My Spirit Walks In Thought.

With Every Step Of The Recent Traveler Our Inheritance Of The Wonderful Is Diminished. Those Beautiful Pictured Notes Of The Possible Are Redeemed At A Ruinous Discount In The Hard Coin Of The Actual.

This Goin' Ware Glory Waits Ye Haint One Agreeable Feetur.

The Material Of Thought Re-acts Upon The Thought Itself.