Action will furnish belief,-but will that belief be the true one? This is the point, you know.

Thou shalt not steal; an empty feat, When it's so lucrative to cheat.

It fortifies my soul to know That, though I perish, Truth is so: That, howsoe'er I stray and range, Whate'er I do, Thou dost not change. I steadier step when I recall That, if I slip Thou dost not fall.

Thou shalt not covet; but tradition approves all forms of competition.

In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly, but westward, look, the land is bright.

Action will furnish belief,-but will that belief be the true one? This is the point, you know.

Out of sight is out of mind.