Truly There Is A Tide In The

The Opening Of The First Grammar School Was The Opening Of The First Trench Against Monopoly In Church And State.

In Creating, The Only Hard Thing Is To Begin: A Grass Blade's No Easier To Make Than An Oak.

With Every Anguish Of Our Earthly Part The Spirit's Sight Grows Clearer.

O Visionary World, Condition Strange, Where Naught Abiding Is But Only Change.

Suddenly All The Sky Is Hid As With The Shutting Of A Lid, One By One Great Drops Are Falling Doubtful And Slow, Down The Pane They Are Crookedly Crawling, And The Wind Breathes Low; Slowly The Circles Widen On The River, Widen And Mingle, One And All; Here And There The Slenderer Flowers Shiver, Struck By An Icy Rain-drop’s Fall.