Straight is the way to Acheron, Whether the spirit's race is run From Athens or from Meroe: Weep not, far from home to die; The wind doth blow in every sky That wafts us to that doleful sea. Votes: 11
These things shall be! A loftier race Than e'er the world hath known shall rise, With flame of freedom in their souls, And light of knowledge in their eyes. Votes: 2
It is great to get praise from the lips of taciturnity. Votes: 0
No seed shall perish which the soul hath sown. Votes: 0