To Gain A Crown By

Deep Meaning Lies Often In Childish Play.

When The Measured Dance Of The Hours Brings Back The Happy Smile Of Spring, The Buried Dead Is Born Again In The Life-glance Of The Sun. The Germs Which Perished To The Eye Within The Cold Breast Of The Earth Spring Up With Joy In The Bright Realm Of Day.

Only Through Beauty's Morning-gate, Dost Thou Penetrate The Land Of Knowledge.

In Love, Jealousy Is The Great Exaggerator.

Toil Of Science Swells The Wealth Of Art.