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
Still falls the rain — dark as the world of man, black as our loss — blind as the nineteen hundred and forty nails upon the Cross. – Dame Edith Sitwell
