Resolve And Thou Art Free.

Then Read From The Treasured Volume The Poem Of Thy Choice, And Lend To The Rhyme Of The Poet The Beauty Of Thy Voice.

The Dawn Is Not Distant, Nor Is The Night Starless; Love Is Eternal.

Let Us Be Merciful As Well As Just.

Perhaps There Lives Some Dreamy Boy, Untaught In Schools, Some Graduate Of The Field Or Street, Who Shall Become A Master Of Art, An Admiral Sailing The High Seas Of Thought Fearless And First, And Steering With His Fleet For Lands Not Yet Laid Down In Any Chart.

In Youth All Doors Open Outward; In Old Age All Open Inward.