See The Sun! God's Crest

America, Thou Half-brother Of The World; With Something Good And Bad Of Every Land.

Burn To Be Great, Pay Not Thy Praise To Lofty Things Alone. The Plains Are Everlasting As The Hills, The Bard Cannot Have Two Pursuits; Aught Else Comes On The Mind With The Like Shock As Though Two Worlds Had Gone To War, And Met In Air.

When Night Hath Set Her Silver Lamp High, Then Is The Time For Study.

The Course Of Nature Seems A Course Of Death, And Nothingness The Whole Substantial Thing.

Prayer Is The Spirit Speaking Truth To Truth.