The Day Is Dark And Cold And

Man Is Unjust, But God Is Just; And Finally Justice Triumphs.

How Far The Gulf-stream Of Our Youth May Flow Into The Arctic Regions Of Our Lives, Where Little Else Than Life Itself Survives.

Great Is The Art Of Beginning, But Greater Is The Art Of Ending.

The Day Is Dark And Cold And Dreary; It Rains, And The Wind Is Never Weary.

The Spirit-world Around This World Of Sense Floats Like An Atmosphere, And Everywhere Wafts Through These Earthly Mists And Vapours Dense A Vital Breath Of More Ethereal Air.