And Looks Commercing With The Skies, Thy

Boast Not Of What Thou Would'st Have Done, But Do.

Beholding The Bright Countenance Of Truth In The Quiet And Still Air Of Delightful Studies.

Come, Pensive Nun, Devout And Pure, Sober Steadfast, And Demure, All In A Robe Of Darkest Grain, Flowing With Majestic Train.

Beauty Is God's Handwriting-a Wayside Sacrament.

It Is Not Good That Man Should Be Alone. ... Hitherto All Things That Have Been Named, Were Approved Of God To Be Very Good: Loneliness Is The First Thing Which God's Eye Named Not Good: Whether It Be A Thing, Or The Want Of Something, I Labour Not.