Fear Was My Father, Father Fear. His

How Terrible The Need For God.

And I Rejoiced In Being What I Was.

Let Others Probe The Mystery If They Can.time-harried Prisoners Of Shall And Will -the Right Thing Happens To The Happy Man.

Beginnings Start Without Shade,thinner Than Minnows.the Live Grass Whirls With The Sun,feet Run Over The Simple Stones,there's Time Enough.behold, In The Lout's Eye, Love.

The Mind Enters Itself, And God The Mind, And One Is One, Free In The Tearing Wind.