One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, sleep to wake.
'Tis only when they spring to Heaven that angels reveal themselves to you.
Our aspirations are our responsibilities.
Oh, the little more, and how much it is! And the little less, and what worlds away.
Fair or foul the lot apportioned life on earth, we bear alike.
A people is but the attempt of many To rise to the completer life of one; And those who live as models for the mass Are singly of more value than they all.