This Mountain Is So Formed

I Love To Doubt As Well As Know.

It Was The Hour Of Morning, When The Sun Mounts With Those Stars That Shone With It When God's Own Love First Set In Motion Those Fair Things

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

If Thou Follow Thy Star, Thou Canst Not Fail Of Glorious Heaven.

It Is No Learning To Understand What You Do Not Retain.