Be Sure That God Ne'er Dooms To

Out Of Your Whole Life Give But A Moment! All Of Your Life That Has Gone Before, All To Come After It, -so You Ignore, So You Make Perfect The Present, Condense, In A Rapture Of Rage, For Perfection's Endowment, Thought And Feeling And Soul And Sense.

Oh Never Star Was Lost Here But It Rose Afar.

All Will Be Gay When Noontide Wakes Anew The Buttercups, The Little Children's Dower.

Good Strong Thick Stupefying Incense-smoke!

Talent Should Minister To Genius.