O Winter, Ruler Of The Inverted Year!

This Cabin, Mary, In My Sight Appears, Built As It Has Been In Our Waning Years, A Rest Afforded To Our Weary Feet, Preliminary To - The Last Retreat.

A Life Of Ease Is A Difficult Pursuit.

Me Howling Blasts Drive Devious, Tempest-tossed, / Sails Ripped, Seams Opening Wide, And Compass Lost.

Riches Have Wings, And Grandeur Is A Dream.

The Spirit Breathes Upon The Word And Brings The Truth To Sight.