Let The Dead Past Bury

The Smoking Flax Before It Burst To Flame Was Quenched By Death, And Broken The Bruised Reed.

In The Long Run Men Hit Only What They Aim At.

Love Makes Its Record In Deeper Colors As We Grow Out Of Childhood Into Manhood; As The Emperors Signed Their Names In Green Ink When Under Age, But When Of Age, In Purple.

The Nearer The Dawn The Darker The Night.

History Casts Its Shadow Far Into The Land Of Song.