The progress from infancy to boyhood is imperceptible. In that long dawn of the mind we take but little heed. The years… — Bryan Procter Boyhood Copy Share Image
O human beauty, what a dream art thou, that we should cast our life and hopes away on thee! — Bryan Procter Art Copy Share Image
Touch us gently, Time! Let us glide adown thy stream Gently,-as we sometimes glide Through a quiet dream! — Bryan Procter Dream Copy Share Image
Not the rich viol, trump, cymbal, nor horn, Guitar, nor cittern, nor the pining flute, Are half so sweet as tender human… — Bryan Procter Cymbals Copy Share Image
