The Soul Of Sweet Delight, Can Never

O Winter! Bar Thine Adamantine Doors: The North Is Thine; There Hast Thou Build Thy Dark, Deep-founded Habitation. Shake Not Thy Roofs, Nor Bend Thy Pillars With Thine Iron Car.

When The Sun Rises, Do You Not See A Round Disc Of Fire Somewhat Like A Guinea? O No, No, I See An Innumerable Company Of The Heavenly Host Crying Holy, Holy, Holy Is The Lord God Almighty.

A Fool Sees Not The Same Tree That A Wise Man Sees.

The Nakedness Of Woman Is The Work Of God.

The Lamb Misused Breeds Public Strife And Yet Forgives The Butcher's Knife.