Where Eldest Night And Chaos, Ancestors Of

Where There Is Much Desire To Learn, There Of Necessity Will Be Much Arguing, Much Writing, For Opinion In Good Men Is But Knowledge In The Making.

Never Can True Reconcilement Grow Where Wounds Of Deadly Hate Have Pierced So Deep.

Into This Wild Abyss/ The Womb Of Nature, And Perhaps Her Grave--/ Of Neither Sea, Nor Shore, Nor Air, Nor Fire,/ But All These In Their Pregnant Causes Mixed/ Confusedly, And Which Thus Must Ever Fight,/ Unless The Almighty Maker Them Ordain/ His Dark Materials To Create More Worlds,--/ Into This Wild Abyss The Wary Fiend/ Stood On The Brink Of Hell And Looked A While,/ Pondering His Voyage; For No Narrow Frith/ He Had To Cross.

Gratitude Bestows Reverence.....changing Forever How We Experience Life And The World.

Sweet Bird, That Shun The Noise Of Folly, Most Musical, Most Melancholy!