Because The Holy Ghost Over The Bent

Life Death All Does End And Each Day Dies With Sleep.

I Do Not Think I Have Ever Seen Anything More Beautiful Than The Bluebell I Have Been Looking At. I Know The Beauty Of Our Lord By It.

What You Look At Hard Seems To Look At You.

And The Headbonny Ash That Sits Over The Burn. What Would The World Be, Once Bereft Of Wet And Of Wildness? Let Them Be Left, O Let Them Be Left, Wildness And Wet: Long Live The Weeds And The Wilderness Yet.

Our Lord Jesus Christ , My Brethren, Is Our Hero, A Hero All The World Wants.