A Courteous, Yet Harrowing Grace, As Guest,

A Wounded Deer Leaps The Highest.

Hope Is A Thing With Feathers

Belshazzar Had A Letter,-- He Never Had But One; Belshazzar's Correspondence Concluded And Begun In That Immortal Copy The Conscience Of Us All Can Read Without Its Glasses On Revelation's Wall.

Life Is A Spell So Exquisite That Everything Conspires To Break It.

At Least To Pray Is Left - Is Left Oh Jesus - In The Air - I Know Not Which Thy Chamber Is - I'm Knocking Everywhere.