Trust in your own untried capacity.

Even so We find the sea of sorrow. Black as night The sullen surface meets our frightened gaze, As down we sink to darkness and despair.

The splendid discontent of God With chaos made the world. And from the discontent of man The worlds best progress springs.

Always continue the climb. It is possible for you to do whatever you choose.

It is time that outraged public sentiment cry out in detestation of the outrages committed in the name of religion.

One ship drives east and another drives west With the selfsame winds that blow. Tis the set of the sails And not the gales Which tells us the way to go. Like the winds of the seas are the ways of fate, As we voyage along through the life: Tis the set of a soul That decides its goal, And not the calm or the strife.

Time sped. And the poet through sorrow Became like his suffering kind. Again he toiled over his poems To lighten the grief of his mind.