The Plague Of Gold Strikes

Purple Lilies Dante Blew To A Larger Bubble With His Prophet Breath.

I Tell You, Hopeless Grief Is Passionless; That Only Men Incredulous Of Despair, Half-taught In Anguish, Through The Midnight Air Beat Upward To God's Throne In Loud Access Of Shrieking And Reproach

Whatever's Lost, It First Was Won.

Foolishness And Criticism Are So Apt, Do So Naturally Go Together!

Through Heaven And Earth God's Will Moves Freely, And I Follow It, As Color Follows Light. He Overflows The Firmamental Walls With Deity, Therefore With Love; His Lightnings Go Abroad, His Pity May Do So, His Angels Must, Whene'er He Gives Them Charges.