God's Unique Capacity Is Too Surprising To

Morning Without You Is A Dwindled Dawn.

Much Madness Is Divinest Sense -- To A Discerning Eye -- Much Sense -- The Starkest Madness -- 'tis The Majority In This, As All, Prevail -- Assent -- And You Are Sane -- Demur -- You're Straightway Dangerous -- And Handled With A Chain --

Afraid? Of Whom Am I Afraid? Not Death. For Who Is He?

A Wounded Deer Leaps The Highest.

Hope . . . Never Stops At All.