Gratitude Is Heaven Itself; There Could Be

The World Of Imagination Is The World Of Eternity.

The Pure Soul Shall Mount On Native Wings, . . . And Cut A Path Into The Heaven Of Glory.

O Winter! Bar Thine Adamantine Doors: The North Is Thine; There Hast Thou Build Thy Dark, Deep-founded Habitation. Shake Not Thy Roofs, Nor Bend Thy Pillars With Thine Iron Car.

Listen To The Fool's Reproach! It Is A Kingly Title!

Thou Art A Man God Is No More Thy Own Humanity Learn To Adore