What Youth Deemed Crystal, Age Finds Out

Measure Your Mind's Height By The Shade It Casts.

No! Let Me Taste The Whole Of It, Fare Like My Peers, The Heroes Of Old, Bear The Brunt, In A Minute Pay Glad Life's Arrears Of Pain, Darkness And Cold.

How Strange Now, Looks The Life He Makes Us Lead; So Free We Seem, So Fettered Fast We Are!

Man Partly Is And Wholly Hopes To Be.

The Devil, That Old Stager, Who Leads Downward, Perhaps, But Fiddles All The Way!