Convinced Myself, I Seek Not

The Nose Of A Mob Is Its Imagination. By This, At Any Time, It Can Be Quietly Led.

But Psyche Uplifting Her Finger Said: Sadly This Star I Mistrust

It Would Be Mockery To Call Such Dreariness Heaven At All.

There Might Be A Class Of Beings, Human Once, But Now To Humanity Invisible, For Whose Scrutiny, And For Whose Refined Appreciation Of The Beautiful, More Especially Than For Our Own, Had Been Set In Order By God The Great Landscape-garden Of The Whole Earth.

Believe Only Half Of What You See And Nothing That You Hear.