Kill Not The Moth Nor

The Vision Of Christ That Thou Dost See, Is My Vision's Greatest Enemy. Thine Is The Friend Of All Mankind, Mine Speaks In Parables To The Blind. Thine Loves The Same World That Mine Hates, Thy Heaven-doors Are My Hell Gates.

He Who Shall Teach The Child To Doubtthe Rotting Grave Shall Ne'er Get Out.

One Thought Fills Immensity.

I Heard An Angel Singing; When The Day Was Springing, Mercy, Pity, Peace; Is The World's Release.

The Crow Wished Everything Was Black, The Owl, That Everything Was White.