Behind The Clouds Is The Sun Still

From Labor There Shall Come Forth Rest.

There Is No Light In Earth Or Heaven But The Cold Light Of Stars; And The First Watch Of Night Is Given To The Red Planet Mars.

And When She Was Good She Was Very Very Good. But When She Was Bad She Was Horrid.

Look At This Vigorous Plant That Lifts Its Head From The Meadow, See How Its Leaves Are Turned To The North, As True As The Magnet; This Is The Compass-flower, That The Finger Of God Has Planted Here In The Houseless Wild, To Direct The Traveller's Journey. Over The Sea-like, Pathless, Limitless Waste Of The Desert, Such In The Soul Of Man Is Faith.

There's Nothing In This World So Sweet As Love. And Next To Love The Sweetest Thing Is Hate.