I See, But Cannot Reach,

The Day Is Done, And The Darkness Falls From The Wings Of Night, As A Feather Is Wafted Downward From An Eagle In His Flight.

Sail On, O Ship Of State! Sail On, O Union, Strong And Great.

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.

Nothing That Is Can Pause Or Stay.

The Soul Never Grows Old.