Stop And Consider! Life Is But A

I Am Sailing With Thee Through The Dizzy Sky! How Beautiful Thou Art!

There Is Not A Fiercer Hell Than The Failure In A Great Object.

You Have Absorb'd Me. I Have A Sensation At The Present Moment As Though I Was Dissolving.

Or Thou Might'st Better Listen To The Wind, Whose Language Is To Thee A Barren Noise, Though It Blows Legend-laden Through The Trees.

I Want A Brighter Word Than Bright