The Day Breaks Not, It

Death Is An Ascension To A Better Library.

The World Is A Great Volume, And Man The Index Of That Book; Even In The Body Of Man, You May Turn To The Whole World.

Nature's Lay Idiot, I Taught Thee To Love.

It Is Too Little To Call Man A Little World; Except God, Man Is A Diminutive To Nothing.

Keep Us, Lord, So Awake In The Duties Of Our Calling That We May Sleep In Thy Peace And Wake In Thy Glory.