Through woods and mountain passes The winds, like anthems, roll.
Ah, to build, to build! That is the noblest of all the arts.
Youth comes but once a life time. Perhaps, but it remains strong in many for their entire lives.
There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.
Life like an empty dream flits by.
Man is unjust, but God is just; and finally justice triumphs.