The Soul's Joy Lies In

Thy Words Are Like A Cloud Of Winged Snakes.

Songs Consecrate To Truth And Liberty.

Chameleons Feed On Light And Air: Poets Food Is Love And Fame.

Fame, Power, And Gold, Are Loved For Their Own Sakes - Are Worshipped With A Blind, Habitual Idolatry.

Love! Dearest, Sweetest Power! How Much Are We Indebted To Thee! How Much Superior Are Even Thy Miseries To The Pleasures Which Arise From Other Sources!