The Zeal Of Friends It

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

Eternity Gives Nothing Back Of What One Leaves Out Of The Minutes.

Not Without A Shudder May The Human Hand Reach Into The Mysterious Urn Of Destiny.

Ever Building, Building To The Clouds, Still Building Higher, And Never Reflecting That The Poor Narrow Basis Cannot Sustain The Giddy Tottering Column.

As Freely As The Firmament Embraces The World, Or The Sun Pours Forth Impartially His Beams, So Mercy Must Encircle Both Friend And Foe.