I Begin To Think That None Are

Sing, Seraph With The Glory! Heaven Is High. Sing, Poet With The Sorrow! Earth Is Low. The Universe's Inward Voices Cry "amen" To Either Song Of Joy And Woe. Sing, Seraph, Poet! Sing On Equally!

With What Cracked Pitchers Go We To Deep Wells In This World!

Thou Large-brain'd Woman And Large-hearted Man.

An Ignorance Of Means May Minister To Greatness, But An Ignorance Of Aims Make It Impossible To Be Great At All.

So Mothers Have God's License To Be Missed.