No soul can be forever banned, Eternally bereft, Whoever falls from God's right hand Is caught into his left.

Lincoln, the Man of the People

The sequoias belong to the silences of the milleniums. Many of them have seen a hundred human generations rise, give off their little clamors and perish. They seem indeed to be forms of immortality standing here amoing the transitory shapes of time.

Three were the fates. Poverty that chains; gray drudgery that grinds the hope away, and gaping ignorance that starves the soul.

Defeat may serve as well as victory to shake the soul and let the glory out.

Mr. Rihani is a man of ardent poetic temperament, a clever poet, and a man of unworldly ideals.

Oft when the white, still dawn lifted the skies and pushed the hills apart, I have felt it like a glory in my heart.