Three equally sized squares. Each square depicts a stylized animal and wildlife.
                        From left to right, the animals are a fox, a
                        stag, and a hare. Full-page illustration. Illustration and caption are gold. 
                     
                     
                     
                     
                     In Praise of Youth.
                           Τερπνᾶς χρυσοστεφάνοιο καρπὸς ἥβας
                           
                           
                        

With faces bright, as ruddy corn1
                        
                        Touched by the sunlight of the morn :2
                        
                        With rippling hair ;  and gleaming eyes,3
                        
                        Wherein a sea of passion lies ;4
                        
                        Hair waving back, and eyes, that gleam5
                        
                        With treasures of perpetual dream :6
                        
                        With full lips curving into song :7
                        
                        With shapely limbs, upright and strong :8
                        
                        The youths on holy service throng.9
                        Vested in white, upon their brows10
                        
                        Are wreaths of roseal wilding boughs :11
                        
                        And flowers, they strow along the way,12
                        
                        Still dewy from the springs of day :13
                        
                        So to each reverend altar come,14
                        
                        They stand in adoration : some15
                        
                        Swing up gold censers ;  till the air16
                        
                        Is blue and sweet with smoke of rare17
                        
                        Spices, that fetched from Egypt were.18
                        In voices of calm, choral tone,19
                        
                        Praise they each God, with praise his own :20
                        
                        As children of the Gods, is seen21
                        
                        Their glad solemnity of mien ;22
                        
                        So fair a spirit of the skies23
                        
                        Is in their going :  and their eyes24
                        
                        Look out upon the peopled earth,25
                        
                        As theirs were some diviner birth ;26
                        
                        So clear and courtly is their mirth.27
                        Lights of the labouring world, they seem :28
                        
                        Or, to the tired, like some fresh stream.29
                        
                        Their dignity of perfect youth30
                        
                        Compels devotion, as doth truth :31
                        
                        So right seems all, they do, they are.32
                        
                        Old age looks, wistful, from afar,33
                        
                        To watch their beauty ;  as they go,34
                        
                        
Radiant and free, in ordered row ;35
                        
                        And fairer, in the watching, grow.36
                        Fair though it be, to watch unclose37
                        
                        The nestling glories of a rose,38
                        
                        Depth on rich depth, soft fold on fold :39
                        
                        Though fairer be it, to behold40
                        
                        Stately and sceptral lilies break41
                        
                        To beauty, and to fragrance wake :42
                        
                        Yet fairer still, to see and sing,43
                        
                        One fair thing is, one matchless thing ;44
                        
                        Youth, in its perfect blossoming.45
                        The magic of a golden grace46
                        
                        Brings fire, and sweetness, on each face :47
                        
                        Till, from their passage, every heart48
                        
                        Takes fire, and sweetness in the smart :49
                        
                        Till virtue lives, for all who own50
                        
                        Their loveliness, in them alone :51
                        
                        Till careless hearts, and idle, take52
                        
                        Delight in living, for their sake ;53
                        
                        Worship their footsteps, and awake.54
                        To be their friend, the common throng55
                        
                        Would dare all bounds of right and wrong :56
                        
                        To win their welcome, clasp their hands,57
                        
                        Would lie in wait for their commands :58
                        
                        But vain !  In no unlovely pride,59
                        
                        They hold together, side by side :60
                        
                        How should they love the crowd of men ;61
                        
                        Whose nobleness is now and then ;62
                        
                        With nothing gracious in their ken ?63
                        Where now is death ?  Where that gray land ?64
                        
                        These fearless eyes, these white brows grand,65
                        
                        That take full sunlight and blithe air,66
                        
                        With rapture, just and debonair ;67
                        
                        These have not known the touch of death !68
                        
                        The world hath winds :  these forms have breath.69
                        
                        But, should death dare, should dear life set,70
                        
                        Calm would each go : Farewell !  forget71
                        
                        Me dead :  live you serenely yet.72
                        
Beside the tremulous, blue sea,73
                        
                        Clear at sundown, they love to be :74
                        
                        Yet they are never sad, but then.75
                        
                        For sorrow touches them, as men,76
                        
                        Looking upon the calm of things,77
                        
                        That go ;  that cast foreshadowings78
                        
                        Of holy and of ancient awe ;79
                        
                        The charm of immemorial Law :80
                        
                        What we see now, the great dead saw !81
                        But the red sun is gone :  and beams82
                        
                        Of gracile moonlight waken dreams,83
                        
                        Dreams, and the mysteries of peace :84
                        
                        Shall this fair darkness ever cease ?85
                        
                        Here is no drear, no fearful, Power :86
                        
                        But life grows fuller with each hour,87
                        
                        Full of the silence, that is best.88
                        
                        Earth lies, with soothed and quiet breast,89
                        
                        Beneath the guardian stars, at rest.90
                        At night, behold them !  Where lamps burn91
                        
                        By moonlit olives, how they turn92
                        
                        Full faces toward the sailing moon,93
                        
                        Nigh lovelier than beneath high noon !94
                        
                        Throw back their comely moulded throats,95
                        
                        Whence music on the night wind floats !96
                        
                        And, through the fragrant hush of night,97
                        
                        Their lustrous eyes make darkness bright :98
                        
                        Their laugh loads darkness with delight.99
                        Almost the murmuring sea is hushed :100
                        
                        Their eyes on fire, their bright limbs flushed,101
                        
                        They dominate the night with love :102
                        
                        While the stars burn and flash above,103
                        
                        These kindle through the dark such flame,104
                        
                        As is not seen, and hath no name :105
                        
                        Can night bear more ?  Can nature bend106
                        
                        In benediction without end,107
                        
                        Over this love of friend for friend ?108
                        
                        
The music of their sighing parts109
                        
                        The silence :  and their beating hearts110
                        
                        Beat to a measure of despair :111
                        
                        So great it is, to be so fair !112
                        
                        So strange it is, to be so young !113
                        
                        While fire consumes them, lo !  hath sprung114
                        
                        The morning to the heart of night :115
                        
                        Day comes with solemnizing light :116
                        
                        Calm takes them ;  and they stand upright.117
                        Magnificent in early bloom,118
                        
                        Like Gods, they triumph over gloom :119
                        
                        All things desirable are theirs,120
                        
                        Of beauty, and of wonder, heirs :121
                        
                        Their cities, vassals are ;  which give122
                        
                        Them thanks and praise, because they live :123
                        
                        Strong, they know nothing of dismay ;124
                        
                        Fair, they serve beauty every day ;125
                        
                        Young, the sun loves to light their way.126
                        See them !  the springing of the palm127
                        
                        Is nought, beside their stately calm :128
                        
                        The rippling of cool water dies129
                        
                        To nought, before their clear replies :130
                        
                        The smile, that heralds their bright thought,131
                        
                        Brings down the splendid sun to nought.132
                        
                        See them !  they walk the earth in state :133
                        
                        In right of loveliness, held great :134
                        
                        On whom, the powers of nature wait.135
                        No sceptre theirs, but they are kings :136
                        
                        Their forms and words are royal things.137
                        
                        Their simple friendship is a court,138
                        
                        Whither the wise and great resort.139
                        
                        No homage of the world, they claim :140
                        
                        But in all places lives their fame.141
                        
                        Sun, moon, and stars: the earth, the sea ;142
                        
                        Yea !  all things, that of beauty be ;143
                        
                        Honour their true divinity.144