Knew I How To Pray,

No Life Can Pompless Pass Away - The Lowliest Career To The Same Pageant Wends Its Way As That Exalted Here -

Dare You See A Soul At The White Heat?

His Labor Is A Chant - His Idleness -a Tune - Oh, For A Bee's Experience Of Clovers, And Of Noon!

Beauty Is Not Caused, It Is; Chase It And It Ceases, Chase It Not And It Abides.

Action Is Redemption.