He Wears His Faith But

What The Great Ones Do, The Less Will Prattle Of

Hold, Or Cut Bowstrings.

Better Be With The Dead, Whom We To Gain Our Peace, Have Sent To Peace, Than On The Torture Of The Mind To Lie In Restless Ecstasy.

These Earthly Godfathers Of Heaven's Lights, That Give A Name To Every Fixed Star, Have No More Profit Of Their Shining Nights Than Those That Walk And Know Not What They Are.

Love Denied Blights The Soul We Owe To God.