The thoughts of Youth are long, long thoughts

Build today, then strong and sure, With a firm and ample base; And ascending and secure. Shall tomorrow find its place.

Nothing that is can pause or stay; / The moon will wax, the moon will wane, / The mist and cloud will turn to rain, / The rain to mist and cloud again, / Tomorrow be today.

Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds He all.

Prayer is innocence's friend; and willingly flieth incessant 'twist the earth and the sky, the carrier-pigeon of heaven.

Midnight! the outpost of advancing day! The frontier town and citadel of night!

Life hath quicksands, Life hath snares!