Religion--that Voice Of The Deepest Human Experience.

Fate Gave, What Chance Shall Not Control, His Sad Lucidity Of Soul.

I Keep Saying, Shakespeare, Shakespeare, You Are As Obscure As Life Is.

The Eternal Not Ourselves That Makes For Righteousness.

And See All Sights From Pole To Pole, And Glance, And Nod, And Hustle By; And Never Once Possess Our Soul Before We Die.

Sand-strewn Caverns, Cool And Deep, Where The Winds Are All Asleep; Where The Spent Lights Quiver And Gleam; Where The Salt Weed Sways In The Stream.