All Your Strength Is In

We Have Not Wings We Cannot Soar; But, We Have Feet To Scale And Climb, By Slow Degrees, By More And More, The Cloudy Summits Of Our Time.

Our Ingress Into The World Was Naked And Bare; Our Progress Through The World Is Trouble And Care.

People Of A Lively Imagination Are Generally Curious, And Always So When A Little In Love.

Buried Was The Bloody Hatchet; Buried Was The Dreadful War-club; Buried Were All Warlike Weapons, And The War-cry Was Forgotten. Then Was Peace Among The Nations.

To Be Left Alone, And Face To Face With My Own Crime, Had Been Just Retribution.