Glorious Are The Woods In

The Fiercest Agonies Have Shortest Reign; And After Dreams Of Horror, Comes Again The Welcome Morning With Its Rays Of Peace.

Truth Gets Well If She Is Run Over By A Locomotive, While Error Dies Of Lockjaw If She Scratches Her Finger.

And We Wept That One So Lovely Should Have A Life So Brief.

The Groves Were God's First Temples.

I Hear The Howl Of The Wind That Brings The Long Drear Storm On Its Heavy Wings.