And Bitter Waxed The Fray; Brother With

Quoth The Ocean, "dawn! O Fairest, Clearest, Touch Me With Thy Golden Fingers Bland; For I Have No Smile Till Thou Appearest For The Lovely Land.

People Newly Emerged From Obscurity Generally Launch Out Into Indiscriminate Display.

When Sparrows Build And The Leaves Break Forth My Old Sorrow Wakes And Cries.

From Henceforth Thou Shalt Learn That There Is Love To Long For, Pureness To Desire, A Mount Of Consecration It Were Good To Scale.

I Am Athirst For God, The Living God.