One Wise Man's Verdict Outweighs All The

Grow Old Along With Me! The Best Is Yet To Be, The Last Of Life, For Which The First Was Made. Our Times Are In His Hand Who Saith, 'a Whole I Planned, Youth Shows But Half; Trust God: See All, Nor Be Afraid!

Day! Faster And More Fast. O'er Night's Brim, Day Boils At Last.

Genius Has Somewhat Of The Infantine; But Of The Childish Not A Touch Or Taint.

No Work Begun Shall Ever Pause For Death.

Such Ever Was Love's Way: To Rise, It Stoops.