The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight.

The day is done; and slowly from the scene the stooping sun upgathers his spent shafts, and puts them back into his golden quiver!

These stars of earth, these golden flowers.

The student has his Rome, his Florence, his whole glowing Italy, within the four walls of his library. He has in his books the ruins of an antique world and the glories of a modern one.

Would you learn the secret of the sea? Only those who brave its dangers, comprehend its mystery!

The spring came suddenly, bursting upon the world as a child bursts into a room, with a laugh and a shout and hands full of flowers.

Today is the blocks with which we build.