There Is No Great Achievement That Is

The Cry Of The Soul Is For Freedom. It Longs For Liberty, From The Date Of Its First Conscious Moments.

Nature Is The Master Of Talents; Genius Is The Master Of Nature.

In The Homes Of America Are Born The Children Of America; And From Them Go Out Into American Life, American Men And Women. They Go Out With The Stamp Of These Homes Upon Them; And Only As These Homes Are What They Should Be, Will They Be What They Should Be.

I Softly Sink Into The Bath Of Sleep: With Eyelids Shut, I See Around Me Close The Mottled, Violet Vapors Of The Deep, That Wraps Me In Repose.

If We Will Measure Other People's Corn In Our Own Bushel, Let Us First Take It To The Divine Standard, And Have It Sealed.