When we tire of well-worn ways, we seek for new. This restless craving in the souls of men spurs them to climb, and to seek the mountain view.

Our souls should be vessels receivingThe waters of love for relievingThe sorrows of men.

So young, and yet I have had all of life.Why, men have lived to see a hundred years,Who have not known the rapture, joy, and strifeOf my brief youth, its passion and its tears.

To sin by silence, when we should protest,Makes cowards out of men.

To sin by silence, when we should protest, Makes cowards out of men.

Love lights more fires than hate extinguishes, and men grow better as the world grows old.