In His Will, Our Peace.

O Power Of Fantasy That Steals Our Minds From Things Outside, To Leave Us Unaware, Although A Thousand Trumpets May Blow Loud--what Stirs You If The Senses Show You Nothing? Light Stirs You, Formed In Heaven, By Itself, Or By His Will Who Sends It Down To Us.

As Phantoms Frighten Beasts When Shadows Fall.

O Faithful Conscience, Delicately Pure, How Doth A Little Failing Wound Thee Sore!

Into The Eternal Darkness, Into Fire And Into Ice.

A Mighty Flame Followeth A Tiny Spark.