A Lion May Die Of An Ass's

We Shall March Prospering,-not Thro' His Presence; Songs May Inspirit Us,-not From His Lyre; Deeds Will Be Done,-while He Boasts His Quiescence, Still Bidding Crouch Whom The Rest Bade Aspire.

All Service Is The Same With God.

O World, As God Has Made It! All Is Beauty.

If Two Lives Join, There Is Oft A Scar. They Are One And One, With A Shadowy Third; One Near One Is Too Far.

As Is Your Sort Of Mind, So Is Your Sort Of Search: You Will Find What You Desire.