In Your Patience Ye Are Strong.

I Should Not Dare To Call My Soul My Own.

Experience, Like A Pale Musician, Holds A Dulcimer Of Patience In His Hand.

Purple Lilies Dante Blew To A Larger Bubble With His Prophet Breath.

All Actual Heroes Are Essential Men, And All Men Possible Heroes.

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!