Lions Would Have Fared Better, Had Lions

And With The Morn Those Angel Faces Smile Which I Have Loved Long Since And Lost Awhile.

Thought And Speech Are Inseparable From Each Other. Matter And Expression Are Parts Of One; Style Is A Thinking Out Into Language.

I Loved The Garish Day, And, Spite Of Fears, Pride Ruled My Will: Remember Not Past Years.

Praise To The Holiest In The Height, And In The Depth Be Praise; In All His Words Most Wonderful, Most Sure In All His Ways.

Where Good And Ill Together Blent, Wage An Undying Strife.