Before Man Made Us Citizens, Great Nature

The Gift Without The Giver Is Rare.

Worshippers Of Light Ancestral Make The Present Light A Crime.

Dear Common Flower, That Grow'st Beside The Way, Fringing The Dusty Road With Harmless Gold, First Pledge Of Blithesome May, Which Children Pluck, And, Full Of Pride Uphold.

Be He Nowhere Else, God Is In All That Liberates And Lifts, In All That Humbles, Sweetens, And Consoles.

Solitude Is As Needful To The Imagination As Society Is Wholesome For The Character.