The road winds up the hill to meet the height; Beyond the locust hedge it curves from sight — And yet no man would foolishly contend. That where he sees it not, it makes an end. – Emma Carleton
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
