No Man Is So Poor As To

The Natural Alone Is Permanent.

They, The Holy Ones And Weakly, Who The Cross Of Suffering Bore, Folded Their Pale Hands So Meekly, Spake With Us On Earth No More!

Truths That Startled The Generation In Which They Were First Announced Become In The Next Age The Commonplaces Of Conversation; As The Famous Airs Of Operas Which Thrilled The First Audiences Come To Be Played On Hand-organs In The Streets.

"do Not Fear! Heaven Is As Near," He Said, "by Water As By Land!"

The Sky Is Filled With Stars, Invisible By Day.