The Friend Anguish Reveals Is The Slowest

The Sun Proceeds Unmoved To Measure Off Another Day For An Approving God.

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

Other Courtesies Have Been - Other Courtesy May Be - We Commend Ourselves To Thee Paragon Of Chivalry.

How Happy Is The Little Stone That Rambles In The Road Alone, And Doesn't Care About Careers, And Exigencies Never Fears; Whose Coat Of Elemental Brown A Passing Universe Put On; And Independent As The Sun, Associates Or Glows Alone, Fulfilling Absolute Decree In Casual Simplicity.

To Possess Is Past The Instant; We Achieve The Joy, Immortality Contented, Were Anomaly.