Every Dew-drop And Rain-drop Had A Whole

For 'tis Sweet To Stammer One Letter Of The Eternal's Language; - On Earth It Is Called Forgiveness!

Be Thy Sleep Silent As Night Is, And As Deep.

Truly, This World Can Go On Without Us, If We Would But Think So.

Down Sank The Great Red Sun, And In Golden, Glimmering Vapors Veiled The Light Of His Face, Like The Prophet Descending From Sinai.

Art Is The Gift Of God, And Must Be Used Unto His Glory.