For All Your Days Be Prepared, And

It Is Better To Rust Out Than Wear Out.

At The Heart Of The Cyclone Tearing The Sky And Flinging The Cloud And The Towers By, Is A Place Of Central Calm: So Here In The Roar Of Mortal Things, I Have A Place Where My Spirit Sings, In The Hollow Of God's Palm.

Sorrows Come To Stretch Out Places In The Heart For Joy.

He Fed His Spirit With The Bread Of Books

Only The Soul That Knows The Mighty Grief Can Know The Mighty Rapture. Sorrows Come To Stretch Out Spaces In The Heart For Joy.