For All Your Days Be Prepared, And

The Sequoias Belong To The Silences Of The Milleniums. Many Of Them Have Seen A Hundred Human Generations Rise, Give Off Their Little Clamors And Perish. They Seem Indeed To Be Forms Of Immortality Standing Here Amoing The Transitory Shapes Of Time.

The Crest And Crowning Of All Good, Life's Final Star, Is Brotherhood.

He Drew A Circle That Shut Me Out- Heretic , Rebel, A Thing To Flout. But Love And I Had The Wit To Win: We Drew A Circle And Took Him In ! From The Poem " Outwitted

Yes, Take A Little Time To Play And Look At Life The Other Way. God Rested When The World Was Made: Rest Now, Old Friend; Be Not Afraid. But Think Not That Your Work Is Over, That You Are Now A Foot-free Rover, A Rambler Upon Idle Ways, Whittling Away The Golden Days. For In The Road Climb To The Goal There's No Long Furlough For A Soul. There's No Long Pause: On Every Height Another Summit Swims In Sight. The Long Road Rises, Scene By Scene, With Little Restings In Between.

That In The Human Plan Nothing Is Worth The Making If It Does Not Make The Man.