Thought Is The Soul Of Act.

Stung By The Splendour Of A Sudden Thought.

In The Morning Of The World, When Earth Was Nigher Heaven Than Now.

I Trust In Nature For The Stable Laws Of Beauty And Utility. Spring Shall Plant And Autumn Garner To The End Of Time. I Trust In God,-the Right Shall Be The Right And Other Than The Wrong, While He Endures. I Trust In My Own Soul, That Can Perceive The Outward And The Inward,-nature's Good And God's.

Only I Discern Infinite Passion, And The Pain Of Finite Hearts That Yearn.

Earth Being So Good, Would Heaven Seem Best?