Here Greek and Roman find themselves
Alive along these crowded shelves;
And Shakespeare treads again his stage,
And Chaucer paints anew his age."

"From the death of the old the new proceeds,
And the life of truth from the death of creeds."

"For all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: 'It might have been!'"

"Dear Lord and Father of mankind,
Forgive our foolish ways!
Reclothe us in our rightful mind . . ."

"No longer forward nor behind
I look in hope or fear;
But, grateful, take the good I find,
The best of now and here."