All The Live Murmur Of A Summer's

Culture Looks Beyond Machinery, Culture Hates Hatred; Culture Has One Great Passion, The Passion For Sweetness And Light.

Nature, With Equal Mind, Sees All Her Sons At Play, Sees Man Control The Wind, The Wind Sweep Man Away.

We, Peopling The Void Air, Make Gods To Whom To Impute The Ills We Ought To Bear; With God And Fate To Rail At, Suffering Easily.

History - A Vast Mississippi Of Falsehoods

It Is - Last Stage Of All When We Are Frozen Up Within, And Quite The Phantom Of Ourselves To Hear The World Applaud The Hollow Ghost Which Blamed The Living Man