Whatever's Lost, It First Was Won.

Gaze Up At The Stars Knowing That I See The Same Sky And Wish The Same Sweet Dreams.

Thou Large-brain'd Woman And Large-hearted Man.

Through Heaven And Earth God's Will Moves Freely, And I Follow It, As Color Follows Light. He Overflows The Firmamental Walls With Deity, Therefore With Love; His Lightnings Go Abroad, His Pity May Do So, His Angels Must, Whene'er He Gives Them Charges.

Of Writing Many Books There Is No End; And I Who Have Written Much In Prose And Verse For Others' Uses, Will Write Now For Mine,- Will Write My Story For My Better Self, As When You Paint Your Portrait For A Friend, Who Keeps It In A Drawer And Looks At It Long After He Has Ceased To Love You, Just To Hold Together What He Was And Is.

O Death, O Beyond, Thou Art Sweet, Thou Art Strange!