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The Eloquent Voice Of Our Century Uttered, Shortly Before Leaving The World, A Warning Cry Against The "anglo- Saxon Contagion.

And See All Sights From Pole To Pole, And Glance, And Nod, And Hustle By; And Never Once Possess Our Soul Before We Die.

But Thou, My Son, Study To Make Prevail One Colour In Thy Life, The Hue Of Truth.

They... Who Await. No Gifts From Chance, Have Conquered Fate.

Not A Having And A Resting, But A Growing And A Becoming, Is The Character Of Perfection As Culture Conceives It.