If Two Lives Join, There Is Oft

That Great Brow And The Spirit-small Hand Propping It.

That Low Man Seeks A Little Thing To Do, Sees It And Does It: This High Man, With A Great Thing To Pursue, Dies Ere He Knows It. That Low Man Goes On Adding One To One, His Hundred's Soon Hit: This High Man, Aiming At A Million, Misses An Unit. That, Has The World Here-should He Need The Next, Let The World Mind Him! This, Throws Himself On God, And Unperplext Seeking Shall Find Him.

Make Us Happy And You Make Us Good.

Truth Never Hurts The Teller.

The Lie Was Dead And Damned, And Truth Stood Up Instead.