Sorrows Must Die With The Joys They

Life Is Earnest, Art Is Gay.

As Noble Art Has Survived Noble Nature, So Too She Marches Ahead Of It, Fashioning And Awakening By Her Inspiration. Before Truth Sends Her Triumphant Light Into The Depths Of The Heart, Imagination Catches Its Rays, And The Peaks Of Humanity Will Be Glowing When Humid Night Still Lingers In The Valleys.

Ah, To That Far Distant Strand Bridge There Was Not To Convey, Not A Bark Was Near At Hand, Yet True Love Soon Found The Way.

While The Womanly God Demands Our Veneration, The Godlike Woman Kindles Our Love; But While We Allow Ourselves To Melt In The Celestial Loveliness, The Celestial Self-sufficiency Holds Us Back In Awe.

The Victor Is Often Vanquished By His Own Success.