In the morning of the world, When earth was nigher heaven than now.
Oh never star Was lost here but it rose afar.
Night conceals a world but reveals a universe.
I hold that a man should strive to the uttermost for his life's set prize.
There are those who believe something, and therefore will tolerate nothing; and on the other hand, those who tolerate everything, because they believe nothing.
And inasmuch as feeling, the East's gift, Is quick and transient,- comes, and lo! is gone, While Northern thought is slow and durable.