Resolve And Thou Art Free.

Life Hath Quicksands, Life Hath Snares!

Wondrous Strong Are The Spells Of Fiction.

Ah, To Build, To Build! That Is The Noblest Of All The Arts.

Then Followed That Beautiful Season... Summer.... Filled Was The Air With A Dreamy And Magical Light; And The Landscape Lay As If New Created In All The Freshness Of Childhood.

One Half The World Must Sweat And Groan That The Other Half May Dream.