And That Sweet City With Her Dreaming

For What Wears Out The Life Of Mortal Men? 'tis That From Change To Change Their Being Rolls; Tis That Repeated Shocks, Again, Again, Exhaust The Energy Of Strongest Souls And Numb The Elastic Powers.

Religion Is Ethics Heightened, Enkindled, Lit Up By Feeling

All Pains The Immortal Spirit Must Endure, All Weakness That Impairs, All Griefs That Bow, Find Their Sole Voice In That Victorious Brow.

Inequality Has The Natural And Necessary Effect, Under The Present Circumstances, Of Materializing Our Upper Class, Vulgarizing Our Middle Class, And Brutalizing Our Lower Class.

Below The Surface Stream, Shallow And Light, Of What We Say And Feel Below The Stream, As Light, Of What We Think We Feel, There Flows With Noiseless Current, Strong, Obscure And Deep, The Central Stream Of What We Feel Indeed.