Man has on the earth no home, — but he does have wings to heaven. [1]
I look for the hour when that supreme Beauty which ravished the souls of those Eastern men, and chiefly of those Hebrews, and through their lips spoke oracles to all time, shall speak in the West also.
О Russia, in sublime premonition,
A mighty decision you ponder,
What kind of Orient do you wish to be —
The Orient of Xerxes, or that of Christ?