Naught But God Can Satisfy

Let Each Man Think Himself An Act Of God, His Mind A Thought, His Life A Breath Of God; And Let Each Try, By Great Thoughts And Good Deeds, To Show The Most Of Heaven He Hath In Him.

Night Comes, World-jewelled, . . . The Stars Rush Forth In Myriads As To Wage War With The Lines Of Darkness; And The Moon, Pale Ghost Of Night, Comes Haunting The Cold Earth After The Sun's Red Sea-death--quietless.

Where Doubt There Truth Is - 'tis Her Shadow.

Mind And Night Will Meet, Though In Silence, Like Forbidden Lovers.

Not A Single Path Of Thought I Tread, But That It Leads To God.