It is well for us if we have learned to listen to the sweet persuasion of the Beatitudes, but there are crises in all lives which require also the emphatic "Thou shalt not" of the decalogue which the founders wrote on the gateposts of their commonwealth.

Low stir of leaves and dip of oars And lapsing waves on quiet shores.

If thou of fortune be bereft, and in thy store there be but left two loaves, sell one, and with the dole, buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.

And step by step, since time began, I see the steady gain of man.

Falsehoods which we spurn today, were the truths of long ago.

For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'.

Man is more than constitutions.