Our Critical Day Is Not The Very

Old Grandsires Talk Of Yesterday With Sorrow, And For Our Children We Reserve Tomorrow.

God Is So Omnipresent. . . . God Is An Angel In An Angel, And A Stone In A Stone, And A Straw In A Straw.

I Long To Talk With Some Old Lover's Ghost, Who Died Before The God Of Love Was Born.

Nothing But Man Of All Envenomed Things, Doth Work Upon Itself, With Inborn Stings.

The Distance From Nothing To A Little, Is Ten Thousand Times More, Than From It To The Highest Degree In This Life.