The Bloom Is Gone, And With The

Is It So Small A Thing To Have Enjoyed The Sun.

Yes! In The Sea Of Life Enisled, With Echoing Straits Between Us Thrown, Dotting The Shoreless Watery Wild, We Mortal Millions Live Alone.

Saw Life Steadily And Saw It Whole.

Nations Are Not Truly Great Solely Because The Individuals Composing Them Are Numerous, Free, And Active; But They Are Great When These Numbers, This Freedom, And This Activity Are Employed In The Service Of An Ideal Higher Than That Of An Ordinary Man Taken By Himself.

Religion Is Ethics Heightened, Enkindled, Lit Up By Feeling