For A Man Who Has Done His

The Works Of Nature First Acquire A Meaning In The Commentaries They Provoke.

I Leave You But The Sound Of Many A Word In Mocking Echoes Haply Overheard, I Sang To Heaven. My Exile Made Me Free, From World To World, From All Worlds Carried Me.

Fear First Created The Gods.

Nature Drives With A Loose Rein And Vitality Of Any Sort Can Blunder Through Many A Predicament In Which Reason Would Despair.

Mortality Has Its Compensations; One Is That All Evils Are Transitory, Another That Better Times May Come.