Wall Must Get The Weather Stain Before

There, That Is Our Secret: Go To Sleep! You Will Wake, And Remember, And Understand.

Do Ye Hear The Children Weeping, O My Brothers?

God Himself Is The Best Poet, And The Real Is His Song.

How Joyously The Young Sea-mew Lay Dreaming On The Waters Blue, Whereon Our Little Bark Had Thrown A Little Shade, The Only One; But Shadows Ever Man Pursue.

Whatever's Lost, It First Was Won.