Oh Do Not Die, For I Shall

Friends Are Ourselves.

If Every Gnat That Flies Were An Archangel, All That Could But Tell Me That There Is A God; And The Poorest Worm That Creeps Tells Me That.

The Day Breaks Not, It Is My Heart.

'tis The Year's Midnight, And It Is The Day's.

Between These Two, The Denying Of Sins, Which We Have Done, And The Bragging Of Sins, Which We Have Not Done, What A Space, What A Compass Is There, For Millions Of Millions Of Sins!