Over our manhood bend the skies; Against our fallen and traitor lives The great winds utter prophecies; With our faint hearts the mountain strives, Its arms outstretched, the druid wood Waits with its benedicite And to our age’s drowsy blood Still shouts the inspiring sea.

No man can produce great things who is not thoroughly sincere in dealing with himself, who would not exchange the finest show for the poorest reality, who does not so love his work that he is not only glad to give himself for it, but finds rather a gain than a sacrifice in the surrender.

Love lives on, and hath a power to bless when they who loved are hidden in the grave.

Many make the household but only one the home.

Dear common flower, that grow'st beside the way, Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold, First pledge of blithesome May, Which children pluck, and, full of pride uphold.

Once to every person and nation come the moment to decide. In the conflict of truth with falsehood, for the good or evil side.

Reading enables us to see with the keenest eyes, to hear with the finest ears, and listen to the sweetest voices of all time.