Epigraph
“Crown Love, crown Truth when first her brow appears,
And crown the hero when his deeds are done:
The Poet’s leaves are gathered one by one.
In the slow process of the doubtful years.
Who seeks too eagerly, he shall not find:
Who seeking not pursues with single mind
Art’s lofty aim, to him will she accord,
At her appointed time, the sure reward.”