Come And Trip It As

Where All Life Dies Death Lives.

Part Of My Soul I Seek Thee, And Claim Thee My Other Half

Virtue Could See To Do What Virtue Would By Her Own Radiant Light, Though Sun And Moon Where In The Flat Sea Sunk.

The Greatest Burden In The World Is Superstition, Not Only Of Ceremonies In The Church, But Of Imaginary And Scarecrow Sins At Home.

A Man May Be Ungrateful, But The Human Race Is Not So.