Art Is A Man's Nature; Nature Is

Blessings Star Forth Forever; But A Curse Is Like A Cloud, It Passes.

Hell Is The Wrath Of God--his Hate Of Sin.

The World Is A Great Poem, And The World's The Words It Is Writ In, And We Souls The Thoughts.

Night Comes, World-jewelled, . . . The Stars Rush Forth In Myriads As To Wage War With The Lines Of Darkness; And The Moon, Pale Ghost Of Night, Comes Haunting The Cold Earth After The Sun's Red Sea-death--quietless.

Evil And Good Are God's Right Hand And Left.