Joy, Whose Hand Is Ever At His

Philosophy Will Clip An Angel's Wings.

Thou Foster-child Of Silence And Slow Time.

Four Seasons Fill The Measure Of The Year; There Are Four Seasons In The Minds Of Men.

O Fret Not After Knowledge - I Have None, And Yet My Song Comes Native With The Warmth. O Fret Not After Knowledge - I Have None, And Yet The Evening Listens.

I Would Sooner Fail Than Not Be Among The Greatest.