The Mountain Cannot Frighten One Who Was

It Is Not Flesh And Blood, But Heart Which Makes Us Fathers And Sons.

Without A Home Must The Soldier Go, A Changeful Wanderer, And Can Warm Himself At No Home-lit Hearth.

Time Is A Blooming Field: Nature Is Ever Teeming With Life: And All Is Seed, And All Is Fruit.

Innocence Has A Friend In Heaven.

To One, Science Is An Exalted Goddess; To Another It Is A Cow Which Provides Him With Butter.