Have Little Care That Life Is Brief,

A 'fact' Merely Marks The Point Where We Have Agreed To Let Investigation Cease.

Have Little Care That Life Is Brief, And Less That Art Is Long. Success Is In The Silences Though Fame Is In The Song.

I Took A Day To Search For God, And Found Him Not. But As I Trod By Rocky Ledge, Through Woods Untamed, Just Where One Scarlet Lily Flamed, I Saw His Foot Print In The Sod.

There Is Something In The Autumn That Is Native To My Blood- Touch Of Manner, Hint Of Mood; And My Heart Is Like A Rhyme, With The Yellow And The Purple And The Crimson Keeping Time.

Set Me A Task In Which I Can Put Something Of My Very Self, And It Is A Task No Longer; It Is Joy; It Is Art.