Stern Winter loves a dirge-like sound.
The silence that is in the starry sky, / The sleep that is among the lonely hills.
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns.
Poetry has never brought me in enough money to buy shoestrings.
Before us lay a painful road, And guidance have I sought in duteous love From Wisdom's heavenly Father. Hence hath flowed Patience, with trust that, whatsoe'er the way Each takes in this high matter, all may move Cheered with the prospect of a brighter day.
To character and success, two things, contradictory as they may seem, must go together... humble dependence on God and manly reliance on self.