As Soon As I Have

We Must Bear What Heaven Sends.

If You Have Never Seen Beauty In A Moment Of Suffering, You Have Never Seen Beauty At All. If You Have Never Seen Joy In A Beautiful Face, You Have Never Seen Joy At All.

Man Ever Talks, And Man Ever Dreams Of Better Days That Are Yet To Be, After Glittering Goal, That Distant Gleams, Running And Racing Untiringly. The Worldly May Grow Old And Young As It Will, But The Hope Of Man Is Improvement Still. Hope Bears Him Into Life In Her Arms, She Flutters Around The Boy's Young Bloom, The Soul Of Youth With Her Magic Warms, Nor Rests With Age In The Silent Tomb; For Ends Man His Weary Course At The Grave, There Plants He Hope O'er His Ashes To Wave.

Full Of Wisdom Are The Ordinations Of Fate.

Worthless Is The Nation That Does Not Gladly Stake Its All On Its Honor.