God Is So Omnipresent. . . .

God Employs Several Translators; Some Pieces Are Translated By Age, Some By Sickness, Some By War, Some By Justice.

As Soon As There Was Two There Was Pride.

The Day Breaks Not, It Is My Heart.

If Every Gnat That Flies Were An Archangel, All That Could But Tell Me That There Is A God; And The Poorest Worm That Creeps Tells Me That.

Licence My Roving Hands, And Let Them Go Before, Behind, Between, Above, Below.