Stamps God's Own Name Upon

A Teacher Should Be Sparing Of His Smile.

I Am Out Of Humanity's Reach.i Must Finish My Journey Alone,never Hear The Sweet Music Of Speech;i Start At The Sound Of My Own.

And Diff'ring Judgments Serve But To Declare That Truth Lies Somewhere, If We Knew But Where.

The Nurse Sleeps Sweetly, Hired To Watch The Sick, / Whom, Snoring, She Disturbs.

The Spirit Breathes Upon The Word And Brings The Truth To Sight.