Whoever Lives True Life, Will Love True

The Music Soars Within The Little Lark, And The Lark Soars.

World's Use Is Cold, World's Love Is Vain, World's Cruelty Is Bitter Bane; But Is Not The Fruit Of Pain.

The Denial Of Contemporary Genius Is The Rule Rather Than The Exception. No One Counts The Eagles In The Nest, Till There Is A Rush Of Wings; And Lo! They Are Flown.

But Since He Had The Genius To Be Loved, Why Let Him Have The Justice To Be Honoured In His Grave.

If We Tried To Sink The Past Beneath Our Feet, Be Sure The Future Would Not Stand.