Men Must Reap The Things They Sow,

Within My Heart Is The Lamp Of Love, And That Is Day!

O Wild West Wind, Thou Breath Of Autumn's Being. Thou, From Whose Unseen Presence The Leaves Dead Are Driven, Like Ghosts From An Enchanter Fleeing.

This Is Heaven, When Pain And Evil Cease, And When The Benignant Principle, Untrammelled And Uncontrolled, Visits In The Fulness Of Its Power The Universal Frame Of Things.

Deep Truth Is Imageless.

O Heart, And Mind, And Thoughts! What Thing Do You Hope To Inherit In The Grave Below?