It Is One Soul Which

Let Us Interrogate The Great Apparition, That Shines So Peacefully Around Us.

The World Globes Itself In A Drop Of Dew.

Deep Insight Will Always, Like Nature, Ultimate Its Thought In A Thing.

Well, The World Has A Million Writers. One Would Think, Then, That Good Thought Would Be As Familiar As Air And Water, And The Gifts Of Each New Hour Would Exclude The Last. Yet We Can Count All Our Good Books; Nay, I Remember Any Beautiful Verse For Twenty Years.

Hitch Your Wagon To A Star.