No More Was Seen The Human Form

The Spider's Touch, How Exquisitely Fine! Feels At Each Thread, And Lives Along The Line.

The Way Of The Creative Works Through Change And Transformation, So That Each Thing Receives Its True Nature And Destiny And Comes Into Permanent Accord With The Great Harmony: This Is What Furthers And What Perseveres.

Pleasures Are Ever In Our Hands Or Eyes; And When In Act They Cease, In Prospect Rise.

Destroy All Creatures For Thy Sport Or Gust, Yet Cry, If Man's Unhappy, God's Unjust.

A Gen'rous Heart Repairs A Sland'rous Tongue.