Quotes from Clinton Scollard

Some must delve when the dawn is nigh; Some must toil when the noonday beams; But when might comes, and the soft winds sigh, Every man is a King of Dreams.

To heal mine aching moods, Give me God's virgin woods.

In the under-wood and the over-wood there is murmur and trill this day, For every bird is in lyric mood, And the wind will have its way.

Mortals, while through the world you go, Hope may succor and faith befriend, Yet happy your hearts if you can but know, Love awaits at the journey's end!

To heal mine aching moods, Give me God's virgin woods.

The flower imperishable of this valiant age, - A true American!