As We Are, So We See.

'come Hither, My Boy, Tell Me What Thou Seest There?' 'a Fool Tangled In A Religious Snare.'

The Little Ones Leaped, And Shouted, And Laugh'd And All The Hills Echoed

Imagination Is The Real And Eternal World Of Which This Vegetable Universe Is But A Faint Shadow.

He Who Shall Hurt The Little Wren Shall Never Be Beloved By Men.

Every Tear From Every Eyebecomes A Babe In Eternity.