God's Most Lordly Gift To Man Is

Joy Steals Upon Me, Such Joy As Calls Forth Tears.

For Somehow This Is Tyranny's Disease, To Trust No Friends.

Long Tarries Destiny, But Comes To Those Who Pray.

Ye Waves That O'er Th' Interminable Ocean Wreathe Your Crisped Smiles.

The Great And Amorous Sky Curved Over The Earth, And Lay Upon Her As A Pure Lover. The Rain, The Humid Flux Descending From Heaven For Both Man And Animal, For Both Thick And Strong, Germinated The Wheat, Swelled The Furrows With Fecund Mud And Brought Forth The Buds In The Orchards. And It Is I Who Empowered These Moist Espousals, I The Great Aphrodite.