Saw Life Steadily And Saw It Whole.

Religion Is Ethics Heightened, Enkindled, Lit Up By Feeling

Know, Man Hath All Which Nature Hath, But More, And In That More Lie All His Hopes Of Good.

Coldly, Sadly Descends The Autumn Evening. The Field Strewn With Its Dank Yellow Drifts Of Wither'd Leaves, And The Elms, Fade Into Dimness Apace, Silent; Hardly A Shout From A Few Boys Late At Their Play!

To Hear The World Applaud The Hollow Ghost Which Blamed The Living Man.

The Strongest Part Of A Religion Today Is Its Unconscious Poetry