And What Is Writ Is Writ -

Ye Stars! Which Are The Poetry Of Heaven!

But Quiet To Quick Bosoms Is A Hell.

For The Angel Of Death Spread His Wings On The Blast, And Breathed In The Face Of The Foe As He Passed; And The Eyes Of The Sleepers Waxed Deadly And Chill, And Their Hearts But Once Heaved, And For Ever Grew Still!

The Law Of Heaven And Earth Is Life For Life.

All Who Joy Would Win Must Share It. Happiness Was Born A Twin.