In Warlike Pomp, With Banners Flowing, The

The Shadow By My Finger Cast Divides The Future From The Past: Before It, Sleeps The Unborn Hour, In Darkness, And Beyond Thy Power. Behind Its Unreturning Line, The Vanished Hour, No Longer Thine: One Hour Alone Is In Thy Hands,- The Now On Which The Shadow Stands.

Oh, London Is A Man's Town, There's Power In The Air; And Paris Is A Woman's Town, With Flowers In Her Hair; And It's Sweet To Dream In Venice, And It's Great To Study Rome; But When It Comes To Living, There Is No Place Like Home.

It Is With Rivers As It Is With People: The Greatest Are Not Always The Most Agreeable Nor The Best To Live With.

In The Progress Of Personality, First Comes A Declaration Of Independence, Then A Recognition Of Interdependence.

A Flawless Cup: How Delicate And Fine The Flowing Curve Of Every Jewelled Line! Look, Turn It Up Or Down, 'tis Perfect Still-- But Holds No Drop Of Life's Heart-warming Wine.