Calm of mind, all passion spent.

Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul And lap it in Elysium.

No institution which does not continually test its ideals, techniques and measure of accomplishment can claim real vitality.

Yet I argue not Against Heav'n's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer Right onward.

Hail, wedded love, mysterious law; true source of human happiness.

Vain wisdom all, and false philosophy.

What wisdom can there be to choose, what continence to forbear without the knowledge of evil? He that can apprehend and consider vice with all her baits and seeming pleasures, and yet abstain, and yet distinguish, and yet prefer that which is truly better, he is the true wayfaring Christian.