Measure Your Mind's Height By

But How Carve Way I' The Life That Lies Before, If Bent On Groaning Ever For The Past?

One Who Never Turned His Back But Marched Breast Forward, Never Doubted Clouds Would Break, Never Dreamed, Though Right Were Worsted, Wrong Would Triumph, Held We Fall To Rise, Are Baffled To Fight Better, Sleep To Wake.

That Great Brow And The Spirit-small Hand Propping It.

I Was Made And Meant To Look For You And Wait For You And Become Yours Forever.

Who Knows But The World May End Tonight