But The Sunshine Aye Shall

There 's A Good Time Coming, Boys! A Good Time Coming.

Tell Me, Ye Wingèd Winds That Round My Pathway Roar, Know Ye Not Some Spot Where Mortals Weep No More?

Men, It Has Been Well Said, Think In Herds; It Will Be Seen That They Go Mad In Herds, While They Only Recover Their Senses Slowly, And One By One.

Truth . . . And If Mine Eyes Can Bear Its Blaze, And Trace Its Symmetries, Measure Its Distance, And Its Advent Wait, I Am No Prophet - I But Calculate.

Of All The Offspring Of Time, Error Is The Most Ancient, And Is So Old And Familiar An Acquaintance, That Truth, When Discovered, Comes Upon Most Of Us Like An Intruder, And Meets The Intruder's Welcome.