Life, A Beauty Chased By Tragic Laughter.

O Lovely Lily Clean, O Lily Springing Green, O Lily Bursting White, Dear Lily Of Delight, Spring In My Heart Agen That I May Flower To Men.

Poetry Is A Mixture Of Common Sense, Which Not All Have, With An Uncommon Sense, Which Very Few Have.

The Corn That Makes The Holy Bread By Which The Soul Of Man Is Fed, The Holy Bread, The Food Unpriced, Thy Everlasting Mercy, Christ.

Life's Battle Is A Conquest For The Strong; The Meaning Shows In The Defeated Thing.

Death Opens Unknown Doors. It Is Most Grand To Die.