Death, Thou Art Infinite; It Is Life

Prayer Is The Spirit Speaking Truth To Truth.

The Wind Breathes Not, And The Wave Walks Softly As Above A Grave.

It Is Fine To Stand Upon Some Lofty Mountain Thought, And Feel The Spirit Stretch Into A View.

We Love And Live In Power; It Is The Spirit's End. Mind Must Subdue; To Conquer Is Its Life.

I Run The Gauntlet Of A File Of Doubts, Each One Of Which Down Hurls Me To The Ground.