Long Ago Apollo Called To Aristæus, Youngest

The Shadow By My Finger Cast Divides The Future From The Past: Before It, Sleeps The Unborn Hour, In Darkness, And Beyond Thy Power. Behind Its Unreturning Line, The Vanished Hour, No Longer Thine: One Hour Alone Is In Thy Hands,- The Now On Which The Shadow Stands.

Be Glad Of Life Because It Gives You The Chance To Love, To Work, To Play, And To Look Up At The Stars.

It Is Better To Desire The Things We Have Than To Have The Things We Desire.

These Are The Things I Prize And Hold Of Dearest Worth: Light Of The Sapphire Skies, Peace Of The Silent Hills, Shelter Of The Forests, Comfort Of The Grass, Music Of Birds, Murmur Of Little Rills, Shadows Of Cloud That Swiftly Pass, And, After Showers, The Smell Of Flowers And Of The Good Brown Earth,- And Best Of All, Along The Way, Friendship And Mirth.

Long Ago Apollo Called To Aristæus, Youngest Of The Shepherds, Saying, "i Will Make You Keeper Of My Bees." Golden Were The Hives, And Golden Was The Honey; Golden, Too, The Music, Where The Honey-makers Hummed Among The Trees.