The Value Of A Thought

Words Are The Motes Of Thought, And Nothing More.

All Are Of The Race Of God, And Have In Themselves Good.

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

The Sun, Centre And Sire Of Light, The Keystone Of The World-built Arch Of Heaven.

Leave The Poor Some Time For Self-improvement. Let Them Not Be Forced To Grind The Bones Out Of Their Arms For Bread, But Have Some Space To Think And Feel Like Moral And Immortal Creatures.