On The Earth The Broken

The Ultimate, Angels' Law, Indulging Every Instinct Of The Soul There Where Law, Life, Joy, Impulse Are One Thing!

I See My Way As Birds Their Trackless Way. I Shall Arrive,- What Time, What Circuit First, I Ask Not; But Unless God Send His Hail Or Blinding Fire-balls, Sleet Or Stifling Snow, In Some Time, His Good Time, I Shall Arrive: He Guides Me And The Bird. In His Good Time.

Why Stay On The Earth Except To Grow.

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

Lose Who May-i Still Can Say, Those Who Win Heaven, Blest Are They!