To Venerate The Simple Days

They Say That God Is Everywhere, And Yet We Always Think Of Him As Somewhat Of A Recluse.

A Letter Is A Joy Of Earth - It Is Denied The Gods

I Dwell In Possibilities... A Fairer House Than Prose.

Heart, We Will Forget Him! You And I, To-night! You May Forget The Warmth He Gave, I Will Forget The Light. When You Have Done, Pray Tell Me, That I My Thoughts May Dim; Haste! Lest While You’re Lagging, I May Remember Him!

No Life Can Pompless Pass Away - The Lowliest Career To The Same Pageant Wends Its Way As That Exalted Here -