Poetry Is The Utterance Of Deep And

Tomorrow May Never Come To Us. We Do Not Live In Tomorrow. We Cannot Find It In Any Of Our Title-deeds. The Man Who Owns Whole Blocks Of Real Estate, And Great Ships On The Sea, Does Not Own A Single Minute Of Tomorrow. Tomorrow! It Is A Mysterious Possibility, Not Yet Born. It Lies Under The Seal Of Midnight-behind The Veil Of Glittering Constellations.

There Is Such A Thing As Honest Pride And Self-respect.

Home Is The Seminary Of All Other Institutions. There Are The Roots Of All Public Prosperity, The Foundations Of The State, The Germs Of The Church. There Is All That In The Child Makes The Future Man; All That In The Man Makes The Good Citizen.

We Have Not The Innocence Of Eden; But By God's Help And Christ's Example We May Have The Victory Of Gethsemane.

The Golden Age Is Not In The Past, But In The Future; Not In The Origin Of Human Experience, But In Its Consummate Flower; Not Opening In Eden, But Out From Gethsemane.