To One, Science Is An

Many A Smiling Face Hides A Mourning Heart; But Grief Alone Teaches Us What We Are.

Every True Genius Is Bound To Be Naive.

Ah, To That Far Distant Strand Bridge There Was Not To Convey, Not A Bark Was Near At Hand, Yet True Love Soon Found The Way.

Thus Arm In Arm With Thee I Dare Defy My Century Into The Lists.

No Cause Has He To Say His Doom Is Harsh, Who's Made The Master Of His Destiny.