“In youth the days are short and the years are long in old age the years are short and the days long.”

“In youth the days are short and the years are long in old age the years are short and the days long.”

“Not for myself I make this prayer But for this race of mine That stretches forth from shadowed places Dark hands for bread and wine.”

“The image of God cut in ebony.”

“O black and unknown bards of long ago How came your lips to touch the sacred fire? How in your darkness did you come to know The power and beauty of the minstrel's lyre?”