The Long Days Are No Happier Than

Prayer Is The Spirit Speaking Truth To Truth.

He Is A Fool Who Is Not For Love And Beauty. I Speak Unto The Young, For I Am Of Them And Always Shall Be.

Music Lives Within Thy Lips Like A Nightingale In Roses.

See The Sun! God's Crest Upon His Azure Shield, The Heavens.

And These Are Joys, Like Beauty, But Skin Deep.