Faith Is Love Taking The Form Of

My Highway Is Unfeatured Air, My Consorts Are The Sleepless Stars, And Men My Giant Arms Upbear My Arms Unstained And Free From Scars.

Labor Is Discovered To Be The Grand Conqueror, Enriching And Building Up Nations More Surely Than The Proudest Battles.

Others Are Affected By What I Am, And Say, And Do. So That A Single Act Of Mine May Spread And Spread In Widening Circles, Through A Nation Or Humanity. Through My Vice I Intensify The Taint Of Vice Throughout The Universe. Through My Misery I Make Multitudes Sad. On The Other Hand, Every Development Of My Virtue Makes Me An Ampler Blessing To My Race. Every New Truth That I Gain Makes Me A Brighter Light To Humanity.

Men Are Never Very Wise And Select In The Exercise Of A New Power.

The Mind, In Proportion As It Is Cut Off From Free Communication With Nature, With Revelation, With God, With Itself, Loses Its Life, Just As The Body Droops When Debarred From The Air And The Cheering Light From Heaven.