Joy Comes, Grief Goes, We Know Not

They Enslave Their Children's Children Who Make Compromise With Sin.

All That Hath Been Majestical In Life Or Death, Since Time Began, Is Native In The Simple Heart Of All, The Angel Heat Of Man.

The Path Of Nature Is, Indeed, A Narrow One, And It Is Only The Immortals That Seek It, And, When They Find It, Do Not Find Themselves Cramped Therein.

As One Lamp Lights Another, Nor Grows Less,so Nobleness Enkindleth Nobleness.

Joy Comes, Grief Goes, We Know Not How.