Ignorance Is Not Innocence But

'tis Well Averred, A Scientific Faith's Absurd.

The Aim, If Reached Or Not, Makes Great The Life: Try To Be Shakespeare, Leave The Rest To Fate!

Escape Me? Never, Beloved! While I Am I, And You Are You.

The Candid Incline To Surmise Of Late That The Christian Faith Proves False.

Mid The Sharp, Short Emerald Wheat, Scarce Risen Three Fingers Well, The Wild Tulip At The End Of Its Tube, Blows Out Its Great Red Bell, Like A Thin Clear Bubble Of Blood, For The Children To Pick And Sell.