It Is An Ill Thing To Be

A God Implants In Mortal Guilt Whenever He Wants Utterly To Confound A House.

Justice Shines In Very Smoky Homes, And Honors The Righteous; But The Gold-spangled Mansions Where The Hands Are Unclean She Leaves With Eyes Averted.

For In The Voyage Of The Heart, There Is A Freight Of Hatred, And The Wind Of Wrath Blows Shrill.

Only Through Suffering Do We Learn

Obedience Is The Mother Of Success And Is Wedded To Safety.