Truth is within ourselves.

There is no truer truth obtainable by Man than comes of music

We find great things are made of little things, And little things go lessening till at last Comes God behind them.

Then welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand, but go! Be our joys three-parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!

There's a new tribunal now higher than God's -The educated man's!

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.

grow old with me. the best is yet to be. the last of life for which the first was made.