The Stiff Rails Were Softened

A Great Part Of Human Suffering Has Its Root In The Nature Of Man, And Not In That Of His Institutions.

The Stiff Rails Were Softened To Swan's-down, And Still Fluttered Down The Snow.

In The Storm, Like A Prophet O'ermaddened, Thou Singest And Tossest Thy Branches; Thy Heart With The Terror Is Gladdened, Thou Forebodest The Dread Avalanches.... In The Calm Thou O'erstretchest The Valleys With Thine Arms, As If Blessings Imploring, Like An Old King Led Forth From His Palace, When His People To Battle Are Pouring.

Endurance Is The Crowning Quality, And Patience All The Passion Of Great Hearts.

Greatly Begin. Though Thou Have Time, But For A Line, Be That Sublime. Not Failure, But Low Aim Is Crime.