My Pride Fell With My

Ornament Is But The Guiled Shore To A Most Dangerous Sea.

With Love's Light Wings Did I O'er-perch These Walls, For Stony Limits Cannot Hold Love Out

I Drink To The General Joy O’ The Whole Table." Macbeth

And All This Day An Unaccustomed Spirit Lifts Me Above The Ground With Cheerful Thoughts.

Open Thy Gate Of Mercy, Gracious God, My Soul Flies Through These Wounds To Seek Out Thee.