History Casts Its Shadow Far

Art Is The Gift Of God, And Must Be Used Unto His Glory.

Stay, Stay At Home, My Heart And Rest; Home-keeping Hearts Are Happiest.

Time Rides With The Old At A Great Pace. As Travellers On Swift Steeds See The Near Landscape Fly And Flow Behind Them, While The Remoter Fields And Dim Horizons Go With Them, And Seem Wheeling Round To Meet Them, So In Old Age Things Near Us Slip Away, And Distant Things Go With Us.

Such Was The Wreck Of The Hesperus, In The Midnight And The Snow! Christ Save Us All From A Death Like This, On The Reef Of Norman's Woe!

Tomorrow Is The Mysterious, Unknown Guest.