He Whose Face Gives No Light, Shall

There Can Be No Good Will. Will Is Always Evil; It Is Persecution To Others Or Selfishness.

O Thou Who Passest Through Our Valleys In Thy Strength, Curb Thy Fierce Steeds, Allay The Heat That Flames From Their Large Nostrils! Thou, O Summer, Oft Pitchest Here Thy Golden Tent, And Oft Beneath Our Oaks Hast Slept, While We Beheld With Joy Thy Ruddy Limbs And Flourishing Hair.

To The Eyes Of The Man Of Imagination, Nature Is Imagination Itself.

The Apple Tree Never Asks The Beech How He Shall Grow, Nor The Lion, The Horse, How He Shall Take His Prey.

God And His Priest And King,...make Up A Heaven Of Our Misery.