How Beautiful The Silent Hour,

My Soul Is Full Of Longing For The Secret Of The Sea

Time Has A Doomsday Book, Upon Whose Pages He Is Continually Recording Illustrious Names. But As Often As A New Name Is Written There, An Old One Disappears. Only A Few Stand In Illuminated Characters Never To Be Effaced.

And In The Wreck Of Noble Lives Something Immortal Still Survives.

Look Not Mournfully Into The Past, It Comes Not Back Again. Wisely Improve The Present, It Is Thine. Go Forth To Meet The Shadowy Future Without Fear And With A Manly Heart.

The Heart, Like The Mind, Has A Memory. And In It Are Kept The Most Precious Keepsakes.