'tis An Awkward Thing To

Talent Should Minister To Genius.

Our Aspirations Are Our Responsibilities.

Wander At Will, Day After Day,-- Wander Away, Wandering Still-- Soul That Canst Soar! Body May Slumber: Body Shall Cumber Soul-flight No More.

Ah, But A Man's Reach Should Exceed His Grasp, Or What's A Heaven For?

Fail I Alone, In Words And Deeds? Why, All Men Strive And Who Succeeds?