Freedom Is A New Religion, The Religion

Graves They Say Are Warm'd By Glory; Foolish Words And Empty Story.

Sweet May Lies Fresh Before Us, To Life The Young Flowers Leap, And Through The Heaven's Blue O'er Us The Rosy Cloudlets Sweep.

There Is One Thing On Earth More Terrible Than English Music, And That Is English Painting.

At Dresden On The Elbe, That Handsome City, Where Straw Hats, Verses, And Cigars Are Made, They've Built (it Well May Make Us Feel Afraid,) A Music Club And Music Warehouse Pretty.

Nature, Like A True Poet, Abhors Abrupt Transitions.