These Have Not The Hope

If Your World Isn't Right, The Cause Is In You.

Infinite Goodness Has Such Wide Arms.

From A Small Spark, Great Flame Has Risen.

Consider The Sea's Listless Chime: Time's Self It Is, Made Audible.

Nothing Which Is Harmonized By The Bond Of The Muse Can Be Changed From Its Own To Another Language Without Destroying Its Sweetness