The hope of all earnest souls must be realized.
It is well for us if we have learned to listen to the sweet persuasion of the Beatitudes, but there are crises in all lives which require also the emphatic "Thou shalt not" of the decalogue which the founders wrote on the gateposts of their commonwealth.
Let the thick curtain fall;I better know than allHow little I have gained,How vast the unattained.
Once more the liberal year laughs out O'er richer stores than gems or gold: Once more with harvest song and shout Is nature's boldest triumph told.
What moistens the lip and what brightens the eye? What calls back the past like the rich pumpkin pie?