Not One Man In A Thousand Has

And They Three Passed Over The White Sands, Between The Rocks, Silent As The Shadows.

Thou Rising Sun! Thou Blue Rejoicing Sky! Yea! Every Thing That Is And Will Be Free! Bear Witness For Me, Whereso'er Ye Be, With What Deep Worship I Have Still Adored The Spirit Of Divinest Liberty.

Fear Gives Sudden Instincts Of Skill.

As It Must Not, So Genius Cannot Be Lawless; For It Is Even That Constitutes Its Genius - The Power Of Acting Creatively Under Laws Of Its Own Origination.

He Knows Well The Evening Star, And Once When He Awoke, In A Most Distressful Mood (some Inward Pain Had Made Up That Strange Thing, An Infant's Dream), I Hurried With Him To Our Orchard Plot, And He Beheld The Moon, And Hushed At Once. Suspends His Sobs And Laughs Most Silently. While His Fair Eyes, That Swam With Undropped Tears, Did Glitter In The Yellow Moonbeam.