Dark With Excessive Bright.

... Then There Was War In Heaven. But It Was Not Angels. It Was That Small Golden Zeppelin, Like A Long Oval World, High Up. It Seemed As If The Cosmic Order Were Gone, As If There Had Come A New Order, A New Heavens Above Us: And As If The World In Anger Were Trying To Revoke It.

Grace Was In All Her Steps, Heaven In Her Eye, In Every Gesture Dignity And Love.

Or Sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's Child!

No Man Who Knows Aught, Can Be So Stupid To Deny That All Men Naturally Were Born Free.

Here The Great Art Lies, To Discern In What The Law Is To Be To Restraint And Punishment, And In What Things Persuasion Only Is To Work.