Therefore I Summon Age / To Grant

Twere Too Absurd To Slight For The Hereafter The Todays Delight!

God Is The Perfect Poet, Who In His Person Acts His Own Creations.

My Sun Sets To Rise Again.

Are There Not, Dear Michael, Two Points In The Adventure Of The Diver,- One, When A Beggar He Prepares To Plunge; One, When A Prince He Rises With His Pearl? Festus, I Plunge.

A Whole I Planned, Youth Shows But Half; Trust God: See All, Nor Be Afraid!