Dreams Have A Poetic Integrity And Truth.

For Beauty Is God's Handwriting...a Nd, Thank God For It As A Cup Of His Blessing.

Sympathy Is A Supporting Atmosphere, And In It We Unfold Easily And Well.

A Man Must Consider What A Blindman's-buff Is This Game Of Conformity.

What Torments Of Grief You Endured, From Evils That Never Arrived

Meantime The Education Of The General Mind Never Stops. The Reveries Of The True And Simple Are Prophetic. What The Tender Poeticyouth Dreams, And Prays, And Paints Today, But Shuns The Ridicule Of Saying Aloud, Shall Presently Be The Resolutions Of Public Bodies, Then Shall Be Carried As Grievance And Bill Of Rights Through Conflict And War, And Then Shall Be Triumphant Law And Establishment For A Hundred Years, Until It Gives Place, In Turn, To New Prayers And Pictures.