Man Can Only Endure A

The World Remains Ever The Same.

How Fair Doth Nature Appear Again! How Bright The Sunbeams! How Smiles The Plain! The Flow'rs Are Bursting From Ev'ry Bough, And Thousand Voices Each Bush Yields Now. And Joy And Gladness Fill Ev'ry Breast! Oh Earth!-oh Sunlight! Oh Rapture Blest! Oh Love! Oh Loved One!

Desire Is The Presentiment Of Our Inner Abilities, And The Forerunner Of Our Ultimate Accomplishments.

All Theory, My Friend, Is Grey, But Green Is Life's Glad Golden Tree.

We Gladly Put Antiquity Above Our Age But Not Posterity. Only A Father Doesn't Begrudge His Son's Talent.