Difficulty Is The Nurse Of

That Make The Meadows Green; And, Poured Round All, Old Ocean's Gray And Melancholy Waste,-- Are But The Solemn Decorations All Of The Great Tomb Of Man.

Showers And Sunshine Bring, Slowly, The Deepening Verdure O'er The Earth; To Put Their Foliage Out, The Woods Are Slack, And One By One The Singing-birds Come Back.

Poetry Is The Eloquence Of Verse.

Glorious Are The Woods In Their Latest Gold And Crimson.

Difficulty Is The Nurse Of Greatness.