Our Safety Is Not In Blindness, But

A Merely Fallen Enemy May Rise Again, But The Reconciled One Is Truly Vanquished.

Joy Is The Mainspring In The Whole Of Endless Nature's Calm Rotation. Joy Moves The Dazzling Wheels That Roll In The Great Time-piece Of Creation.

A Childlike Mind In Its Simplicity Practises That Science Of Good To Which The Wise May Be Blind.

Utility Is The Great Idol Of The Age, To Which All Powers Must Do Service And All Talents Swear Allegiance.

The May Of Life Blooms Once And Never Again.