He that planteth a tree is the servant of God, He provideth a kindness for many generations, And faces that he hath not seen shall bless him. - Henry van Dyke

I know that Europe’s wonderful, yet something seems to lack;
The Past is too much with her, and the people looking back.

The storm is ended! The impartial sun
Laughs down upon the battle lost and won,
And crowns the triumph of the cloudy host
In rolling lines retreating to the coast.

This is the gospel of labour, ring it, ye bells of the kirk!
The Lord of Love came down from above, to live with the men who work.
This is the rose that He planted, here in the thorn-curst soil:
Heaven is blest with perfect rest, but the blessing of Earth is toil.