Genius Is Talent Set On

The Storm Is Ended! The Impartial Sunlaughs Down Upon The Battle Lost And Won,and Crowns The Triumph Of The Cloudy Hostin Rolling Lines Retreating To The Coast.

Oh, London Is A Man's Town, There's Power In The Air; And Paris Is A Woman's Town, With Flowers In Her Hair; And It's Sweet To Dream In Venice, And It's Great To Study Rome; But When It Comes To Living, There Is No Place Like Home.

We May Be Able To Tell How Many Stars Are In The Milky Way; We May Be Able To Count The Petals Of Every Flower, And Number The Bones Of Every Bird; But Unless Faith Leads Us To A Deeper Understanding, A More Reverent Comprehension Of The Significance Of The Universe, God Can Be No More Pleased With Our Knowledge Than The Painter Is Pleased With The Fly Which Touches His Picture With Its Feelers, And Sips The Varnish From The Surface, And Dies Without Dreaming Of The Meaning, Thought, Feeling, Embodied In The Colors.

There Are Many Kinds Of Love, As Many Kinds Of Light, And Every Kind Of Love Makes A Glory In The Night. There Is Love That Stirs The Heart, And Love That Gives It Rest, But The Love That Leads Life Upward Is The Noblest And The Best.

Thou Warden Of The Western Gate, Above Manhattan Bay, The Fogs Of Doubt That Hid Thy Face Are Driven Clean Away: Thine Eyes At Last Look Far And Clear, Thou Liftest High Thy Hand To Spread The Light Of Liberty World-wide For Every Land.