The Light Comes Brighter From The East;

Love Begets Love. This Torment Is My Joy.

Let Others Probe The Mystery If They Can.time-harried Prisoners Of Shall And Will -the Right Thing Happens To The Happy Man.

Being, Not Doing, Is My First Joy.

The Mind Enters Itself, And God The Mind, And One Is One, Free In The Tearing Wind.

And I Walked, I Walked Through The Light Air; I Moved With The Morning.