Earth's Crammed With Heaven.

Capacity For Joy Admits Temptation.

The Essence Of All Beauty, I Call Love.

And Lips Say “god Be Pitiful,” Who Ne'er Said “god Be Praised.”

Sing, Seraph With The Glory! Heaven Is High. Sing, Poet With The Sorrow! Earth Is Low. The Universe's Inward Voices Cry "amen" To Either Song Of Joy And Woe. Sing, Seraph, Poet! Sing On Equally!

The Music Soars Within The Little Lark, And The Lark Soars.