One Step At A Time Is All

They Say That God Is Everywhere, And Yet We Always Think Of Him As Somewhat Of A Recluse.

I Started Early, Took My Dog, And Visited The Sea; The Mermaids In The Basement Came Out To Look At Me

Two Seasons, It Is Said, Exist- The Summer Of The Just, And This Of Ours, Diversified With Prospect, And With Frost- May Not Our Second With Its First So Infinite Compare That We But Recollect The One The Other To Prefer?

Grant Me, O Lord, A Sunny Mind-thy Windy Will To Bear!

When I State Myself, As The Representative Of The Verse, It Does Not Mean Me, But A Supposed Person.