Truth That Peeps Over The Glass's Edge

The Heavens And Earth Stay As They Were; My Heart Beats As It Beat: The Truth Remains The Truth.

'tis An Awkward Thing To Play With Souls.

A Man In Armor Is His Armor's Slave.

But What If I Fail Of My Purpose Here? It Is But To Keep The Nerves At Strain, To Dry One's Eyes And Laugh At A Fall, And Baffled, Get Up And Begin Again.

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.