The Debts We Owe Ourselves Are The

Not Till The Fire Is Dying In The Grate, Look We For Any Kinship With The Stars. Oh, Wisdom Never Comes When It Is Gold, And The Great Price We Paid For It Full Worth: We Have It Only When We Are Half Earth. Little Avails That Coinage To The Old!

We Know The Degree Of Refinement In People By The Matter They Laugh At And The Ring Of The Laugh.

Cultivated Men And Women Who Do Not Skim The Cream Of Life, And Are Attached To The Duties, Yet Escape The Harsher Blows, Make Acute And Balanced Observers.

On A Starred Night Prince Lucifer Uprose, Tired Of His Dark Dominion Swung The Fiend . . . He Reached A Middle Height, And At The Stars, Which Are The Brain Of Heaven, He Looked, And Sank. Around The Ancient Track Marched, Rank On Rank, The Army Of Unalterable Law.

The Sun Is Coming Down To Earth, And The Fields And The Waters Shout To Him Golden Shouts.