To Throw Oneself To The Side Of

At The Heart Of The Cyclone Tearing The Sky Is A Place Of Central Calm.

Mr. Rihani Is A Man Of Ardent Poetic Temperament, A Clever Poet, And A Man Of Unworldly Ideals.

Only The Soul That Knows The Mighty Grief Can Know The Mighty Rapture. Sorrows Come To Stretch Out Spaces In The Heart For Joy.

Earth Is Enough. We Men Of Earth Have Here The Stuff Of Paradise - We Have Enough! We Need No Other Stones To Build The Temple Of The Unfulfilled - No Other Ivory For The Doors - No Other Marble For The Floors - No Other Cedar For The Beam And Dome Of Man's Immortal Dream. Here On The Paths Of Every-day - Here On The Common Human Way Is All The Stuff The Gods Would Take To Build A Heaven, To Mold And Make New Edens. Ours Is The Stuff Sublime To Build Eternity In Time!

Yes, Take A Little Time To Play And Look At Life The Other Way. God Rested When The World Was Made: Rest Now, Old Friend; Be Not Afraid. But Think Not That Your Work Is Over, That You Are Now A Foot-free Rover, A Rambler Upon Idle Ways, Whittling Away The Golden Days. For In The Road Climb To The Goal There's No Long Furlough For A Soul. There's No Long Pause: On Every Height Another Summit Swims In Sight. The Long Road Rises, Scene By Scene, With Little Restings In Between.