I Care Not Whether A Man Is

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

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

The Voice Of Honest Indignation Is The Voice Of God.

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.

The Person Who Does Not Believe In Miracles Surely Makes It Certain That He Or She Will Never Take Part In One.