Tis Looking Downward Makes One Dizzy.

Needs There Groan A World In Anguish Just To Teach Us Sympathy?

On The Earth The Broken Arcs; In The Heaven A Perfect Round.

It Is The Glory And Good Of Art, That Art Remains The One Way Possible Of Speaking Truth, To Mouths Like Mine At Least.

God Be Thanked, The Meanest Of His Creatures Boasts Two Soul-sides, One To Face The World With, One To Show A Woman When He Loves Her.

What So Wild As Words Are?