God's Unique Capacity Is Too Surprising To

A Dim Capacity For Wings Demeans The Dress I Wear.

The Poet Lights The Light And Fades Away. But The Light Goes On And On.

The Abdication Of Belief Makes The Behavior Small- Better An Ignis Fatuus Than No Illume At All.

To Fight Aloud Is Very Brave, But Gallanter, I Know, Who Charge Within The Bosom, The Cavalry Of Woe.

How Much Can Come And Much Can Go, And Yet Abide The World!