Mountain Gorses, Do Ye Teach Us .

Why, What Is To Live? Not To Eat And Drink And Breathe,—but To Feel The Life In You Down All The Fibres Of Being, Passionately And Joyfully.

The Growing Drama Has Outgrown Such Toys Of Simulated Stature, Face, And Speech: It Also Peradventure May Outgrow The Simulation Of The Painted Scene, Boards, Actors, Prompters, Gaslight, And Costume, And Take For A Worthier Stage The Soul Itself, Its Shifting Fancies And Celestial Lights, With All Its Grand Orchestral Silences To Keep The Pauses Of Its Rhythmic Sounds.

We Have Hearts Within, Warm, Live, Improvident, Indecent Hearts.

With What Cracked Pitchers Go We To Deep Wells In This World!

When God Helps All The Workers For His World, The Singers Shall Have Help Of Him, Not Last.