In The Morning Of The

Most Progress Is Most Failure.

I Hold That A Man Should Strive To The Uttermost For His Life's Set Prize.

Fair Or Foul The Lot Apportioned Life On Earth, We Bear Alike.

What Of Soul Was Left, I Wonder, When The Kissing Had To Stop?

I Trust In Nature For The Stable Laws Of Beauty And Utility. Spring Shall Plant And Autumn Garner To The End Of Time. I Trust In God,-the Right Shall Be The Right And Other Than The Wrong, While He Endures. I Trust In My Own Soul, That Can Perceive The Outward And The Inward,-nature's Good And God's.