Lives In Eternity's Sun Rise.

The Pure Soul Shall Mount On Native Wings, . . . And Cut A Path Into The Heaven Of Glory.

Poetry, Painting & Music, The Three Powers In Man Of Conversing With Paradise, Which The Flood Did Not Sweep Away.

As A Man Is, So He Sees. As The Eye Is Formed, Such Are Its Powers.

Where Others See But The Dawn Coming Over The Hill, I See The Soul Of God Shouting For Joy.

Heaven Is In A Grain Of Sand.