On a fair prospect some have looked, And felt, as I have heard them say, As if the moving time had been A thing as steadfast as the scene On which they gazed themselves away.

That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.

Great God! I'd rather be a Pagan.

Ten thousand saw I at a glance, tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

In modern business it is not the crook who is to be feared most, it is the honest man who doesn't know what he is doing.

I'm not talking about a "show me other walls of this thing" button, I mean a "stumble" button for wallbase.

What know we of the Blest above but that they sing, and that they love?