It seems that the shining texture of stars and suns must wax old, like a garment, and decay.

If now youth is eager to master all knowledge, plunge into the thick of life's battle, forge some tool, enact some law, right some wrong, the time will speedily come when the man will sit down amid the ruins of his life and confess that his idols have been shivered, one by one.
He who loves endures.

For him always all is well.

That youth with a great love for nature's treasures that promised fame, but who found his open book crimson with the life-current, may dry his tears, for love is immortal and beyond he will fulfill the dreams denied here.

Because he loves the slave, Livingstone, falling in the African forest, need not fear, for love will make his work immortal.