Sail On, O Ship Of State! Sail

Some Must Follow And Some Command, Through All Are Made Oclay.

In Youth All Doors Open Outward; In Old Age All Open Inward.

Oh, What A Glory Doth This World Put On, For Him Who With A Fervent Heart Goes Forth Under The Bright And Glorious Sky, And Looks On Duties Well Performed, And Days Well Spent.

Therefore Trust To Thy Heart, And To What The World Calls Illusions.

Many Readers Judge Of The Power Of A Book By The Shock It Gives Their Feelings.