Sweet Intercourse Of Looks And Smiles; For

He Who Destroys A Good Book Kills Reason Itself.

Just Are The Ways Of God, And Justifiable To Men; Unless There Be Who Think Not God At All.

How Sweetly Did They Float Upon The Wings Of Silence Through The Empty-vaulted Night, At Every Fall Smoothing The Raven Down Of Darkness Till It Smiled!

From That High Mount Of God Whence Light And Shade Spring Both, The Face Of Brightest Heaven Had Changed To Grateful Twilight.

Now The Bright Morning-star, Day's Harbinger, Comes Dancing From The East.