Joy Rises In Me, Like A Summer's

For Compassion A Human Heart Suffices, But For Full And Adequate Sympathy, With Joy, An Angel's Only.

And They Three Passed Over The White Sands, Between The Rocks, Silent As The Shadows.

Stimulate The Heart To Love And The Mind To Be Early Accurate, And All Other Virtues Will Rise Of Their Own Accord, And All Vices Will Be Thrown Out.

And The Devil Did Grin, For His Darling Sin Is Pride That Apes Humility.

As It Must Not, So Genius Cannot Be Lawless; For It Is Even That Constitutes Its Genius - The Power Of Acting Creatively Under Laws Of Its Own Origination.