For The Eye Altering Alters All; The

Father, O Father! What Do We Here In This Land Of Unbelief And Fear?

Imitation Is Criticism.

Where Lambs Have Nibbled, Silent Moves The Feet Of Angels Bright; Unseen They Pour Blessing, And Joy Without Ceasing, On Each Bud And Blossom, And Each Sleeping Bosom.

For Mercy Has A Human Heart Pity, A Human Face: And Love, The Human Form Divine, And Peace, The Human Dress.

My Mother Groaned, My Father Wept, Into The Dangerous World I Leapt.