The Gazelles So Gentle And Clever Skip

The Violets Prattle And Titter, And Gaze On The Stars High Above.

And Over The Pond Are Sailing Two Swans All White As Snow; Sweet Voices Mysteriously Wailing Pierce Through Me As Onward They Go. They Sail Along, And A Ringing Sweet Melody Rises On High; And When The Swans Begin Singing, They Presently Must Die.

What Christian Love Cannot Do Is Effected By A Common Hatred.

Those Who Begin By Burning Books Will End By Burning People.

Ask Me Not What I Have, But What I Am.