All Was Silent As Before - All

Great Men Stand Like Solitary Towers In The City Of God.

Work Is My Recreation, The Play Of Faculty; A Delight Like That Which A Bird Feels In Flying, Or A Fish In Darting Through The Water,--nothing More.

The Market-place, The Eager Love Of Gain, Whose Aim Is Vanity, And Whose End Is Pain!

Today Is The Blocks With Which We Build.

But Oftentimes Celestial Benedictions Assume This Dark Disguise.