Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control; these three alone lead one to sovereign power.

Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell; That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before, But vaster.

Arise, go forth, and conquer as of old.

It is the little rift within the lute That by and by will make the music mute, And ever widening slowly silence all.

Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control; these three alone lead one to sovereign power.

He that wrongs a friend Wrongs himself more, and ever bears about A silent court of justice in his breast, Himself the judge and jury, and himself The prisoner at the bar ever condemned.

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.