Every Man Has His Secret Sorrows.

Nature Is A Revelation Of God; Art A Revelation Of Man.

O Flower-de-luce, Bloom On, And Let The River Linger To Kiss Thy Feet! O Flower Of Song, Bloom On, And Make Forever The World More Fair And Sweet.

What Else Remains For Me? Youth, Hope And Love; To Build A New Life On A Ruined Life.

Enthusiasm Begets Enthusiasm.

Thus Departed Hiawatha, Hiawatha The Beloved, In The Glory Of The Sunset, In The Purple Mists Of Evening, To The Regions Of The Home-wind, Of The Northwest-wind, Keewaydin, To The Islands Of The Blessed, To The Kingdom Of Ponemah, To The Land Of The Hereafter!