Evil And Good Are God's Right Hand

How Slight A Chance May Raise Or Sink A Soul!

Could We But Think With The Intensity We Love With, We Might Do Great Things.

The Temples Perish, But The God Still Lives.

Poetry Is Itself A Thing Of God; He Made His Prophets Poets; And The More We Feel Of Poesie Do We Become Like God In Love And Power,-under-makers.

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