I Myself Do Nothing. The Holy Spirit

First Thought Is Best In Art, Second In Other Matters.

We Are Led To Believe A Lie When We See Not Through The Eye.

But To Go To School In A Summer Morn, O! It Drives All Joy Away; Under A Cruel Eye Outworn, The Little Ones Spend The Day In Sighing And Dismay.

Make Your Own Rules Or Be A Slave To Another Man's.

Drive Your Cart And Plow Over The Bones Of The Dead.