No vision and you perish; No Ideal, and youre lost; Your heart must ever cherish Some faith at any cost. Some hope, some dream to cling to, Some rainbow in the sky, Some melody to sing to, Some service that is high. – Harriet Du Autermont
This proves that great lyric poetry can die, be reborn, die again, but will always remain one of the most outstanding creations of the human soul. – Eugenio Montale
