Some People Always Sigh In Thanking God.

And Chaucer, With His Infantine Familiar Clasp Of Things Divine.

All Actual Heroes Are Essential Men, And All Men Possible Heroes.

If We Tried To Sink The Past Beneath Our Feet, Be Sure The Future Would Not Stand.

They Say That God Lives Very High! But If You Look Above The Pines You Cannot See Our God. And Why? And If You Dig Down In The Mines You Never See Him In The Gold, Though From Him All That's Glory Shines. God Is So Good, He Wears A Fold Of Heaven And Earth Across His Face - Like Secrets Kept, For Love, Untold. But Still I Feel That His Embrace Slides Down By Thrills, Through All Things Made, Through Sight And Sound Of Every Place: As If My Tender Brother Laid On My Shut Lids, Her Kisses' Pressure, Half Waking Me At Night; And Said, "who Kissed Through The Dark, Dear Guesser?"

There, That Is Our Secret: Go To Sleep! You Will Wake, And Remember, And Understand.