Let Every Christian, As Much

If Others Had Not Been Foolish, We Should Be So.

The Pride Of The Peacock Is The Glory Of God. The Lust Of The Goat Is The Bounty Of God. The Wrath Of The Lion Is The Wisdom Of God. The Nakedness Of Woman Is The Work Of God.

Every Tear From Every Eyebecomes A Babe In Eternity.

Then My Verse I Dishonor, My Pictures Despise, My Person Degrade And My Temper Chastise; And The Pen Is My Terror, The Pencil My Shame; And My Talents I Bury, And Dead Is My Fame.

Imagination Is The Real And Eternal World Of Which This Vegetable Universe Is But A Faint Shadow.