I Trust In Nature For The Stable

Ambition Is Not What Man Does... But What Man Would Do.

Unless You Can Love, As The Angels May, With The Breadth Of Heaven Betwixt You; Unless You Can Dream That His Faith Is Fast, Through Behoving And Unbeloving; Unless You Can Die When The Dream Is Past- Oh, Never Call It Loving!

But God Has A Few Of Us To Whom He Whispers In The Ear; The Rest May Reason And Welcome; 'tis We Musicians Know.

A Whole I Planned, Youth Shows But Half; Trust God: See All, Nor Be Afraid!

Escape Me? Never, Beloved! While I Am I, And You Are You.