Tis Always Morning Somewhere.

Prayer Is Innocence's Friend; And Willingly Flieth Incessant 'twist The Earth And The Sky, The Carrier-pigeon Of Heaven.

From Dust Thou Art To Dust Returneth, Was Not Spoken Of The Soul.

Chill Air And Wintry Winds! My Ear Has Grown Familiar With Your Song; I Hear It In The Opening Year, I Listen, And It Cheers Me Long.

History Casts Its Shadow Far Into The Land Of Song.

All Things Are Symbols.