Each Man Is Haunted Until His Humanity

Both Read The Bible Day And Night, But Thou Read Black Where I Read White.

Little Lamb, Who Made Thee? Dost Thou Know Who Made Thee?

Innocence Dwells With Wisdom, But Never With Ignorance.

Like A Fiend In A Cloud, With Howling Woe, After Night I Do Crowd, And With Night Will Go; I Turn My Back To The East, From Whence Comforts Have Increased; For Light Doth Seize My Brain With Frantic Pain.

The Thankful Receiver Bears A Plentiful Harvest.