Success! To Thee, As To A God,

No One Can Count The Terrors That The Earth Spawns, Catastrophic, Gruesome, And The Vast Arms Of The Sea Swarm With Brute Monsters Bent On Harm, And Everywhere Between The Sky And Ground Lights Bloom By Day In Flares And Sudden Bolts; And Birds And Beasts Alike Can Tell Of The Whirlwind's Whirling Wrath.

But From The Good Health Of The Mind Comes That Which Is Dear To All And The Object Of Prayer-happiness.

There Is No Pain So Great As The Memory Of Joy In Present Grief.

As Long As There Are Men The Bulwark Is Safe.

Simple Is The Speech Of Truth.