Quick-loving Hearts ... May Quickly Loathe.

There Shakespeare, On Whose Forehead Climb The Crowns O' The World; Oh, Eyes Sublime With Tears And Laughter For All Time!

My Future Will Not Copy My Fair Past, I Wrote That Once. And, Thinking At My Side My Ministering Life-angel Justified The Word By His Appealing Look Upcast To The White Throne Of God.

Folded Eyes See Brighter Colors Than The Open Ever Do.

Where Christ Brings His Cross He Brings His Presence; And Where He Is None Are Desolate, And There Is No Room For Despair.

We Overstate The Ills Of Life, And Take Imagination... Down Our Earth To Rake.