To Possess Is Past The

We Never Know How High We Are Till We Are Called To Rise. Then If We Are True To Form Our Statures Touch The Skies.

Such Is The Force Of Happiness-- The Least Can Lift A Ton Assisted By Its Stimulus.

A Wounded Deer Leaps The Highest.

To Possess Is Past The Instant; We Achieve The Joy, Immortality Contented, Were Anomaly.

The Soul Should Always Stand Ajar.