Know How Sublime A Thing It Is

Fear Is The Virtue Of Slaves; But The Heart That Loveth Is Willing.

The Leaves Of Memory Seemed To Make A Mournful Rustling In The Dark

Nothing That Is Can Pause Or Stay; / The Moon Will Wax, The Moon Will Wane, / The Mist And Cloud Will Turn To Rain, / The Rain To Mist And Cloud Again, / Tomorrow Be Today.

Take This Sorrow To Thy Heart And Make It Part Of Thee, And It Shall Nourish Thee Till Thou Art Strong Again.

Never Idle A Moment, But Thrifty And Thoughtful Of Others.