History says, Don’t hope
On this side of the grave.
But then, once in a lifetime
The longed-for tidal wave
Of justice can rise up
And hope and history rhyme.

Behold, a virgin shall conceive, and bear a son, and shall call his name Immanuel.

There are only two lasting bequests that we can hope to give our children — roots and wings.

It could be you.

The soul of Adonais, like a star,
Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.