Alas! Is Even Love Too

A Wanderer Is Man From His Birth. He Was Born In A Ship On The Breast Of The River Of Time.

And As Long As The World Lasts, All Who Want To Make Progress In Righteousness Will Come To Israel For Inspiration, As To The People Who Have Had The Sense For Righteousness Most Glowing And Strongest; And In Hearing And Reading The Words Israel Has Uttered For Us, Carers For Conduct Will Find A Glow And A Force They Could Find Nowhere Else.

The Sea Of Faith Was Once, Too, At The Full, And Round Earth's Shore Lay Like The Folds Of A Bright Girdle Furled. But Now I Only Hear Its Melancholy, Long, Withdrawing Roar, Retreating, To The Breath Of The Night-wind, Down The Vast Edges Drear And Naked Shingles Of The World.

If An Historian Be An Unbeliever In All Heroism, If He Be A Man Who Brings Every Thing Down To The Level Of A Common Mediocrity, Depend Upon It, The Truth Is Not Found In Such A Writer.

Nature, With Equal Mind, Sees All Her Sons At Play, Sees Man Control The Wind, The Wind Sweep Man Away.