What A Mighty Spirit In A Narrow

We Are So Constituted That We Believe The Most Incredible Things; And, Once They Are Engraved Upon The Memory, Woe To Him Who Would Endeavor To Erase Them.

To Know Of Someone Here And There Whom We Accord With, Who Is Living On With Us, Even In Silence - - This Makes Our Earthly Ball A Peopled Garden.

Culture Which Smooth The Whole World Licks, Also Unto The Devil Sticks.

Stood I, O Nature! Man Alone In Thee, Then Were It Worth One's While A Man To Be.

As All Nature's Thousands Changes But One Changeless God Proclaim; So In Art's Wide Kingdom Ranges One Sole Meaning Still The Same: This Is Truth, Eternal Reason, Which From Beauty Takes Its Dress, And Serene Through Time And Season Stands Aye In Loveliness.