A Minute Of Success Pays For Years

Of What I Call God, And Fools Call Nature.

Let's Contend No More, Love, Strive Nor Weep: All Be As Before Love, - Only Sleep.

There Is Nothing So Unpardonable As To Consent To A Senseless, Aimless, Purposeless Life.

I Know A Mount, The Gracious Sun Perceives First When He Visits, Last, Too, When He Leaves The World; And, Vainly Favored, It Repays The Day-long Glory Of His Steadfast Gaze By No Change Of Its Large Calm Front Of Snow.

Smiling The Boy Fell Dead.