The Nile, forever new and old, Among the living and the dead, Its mighty, mystic stream has rolled.

The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.

Our hearts are lamps for ever burning.

In the elder days of art Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part, For the Gods are everywhere

The sentence of the first murderer was pronounced by the Supreme Judge of the universe. Was it death? No, it was life. 'A fugitive and a vagabond shalt thou be in the earth'; and 'Whosoever slayeth Cain, vengeance shall be taken on him sevenfold.

In the mouths of many men soft words are like roses that soldiers put into the muzzles of their muskets on holidays.

Thinking the deed, and not the creed, Would help us in our utmost need.