God Is In His Heaven, All's Right

O World, As God Has Made It! All Is Beauty.

Generations Pass While Some Tree Stands, And Old Families Last Not Three Oaks.

Look Not Down But Up!

How Well I Know What I Mean To Do When The Long Dark Autumn Evenings Come, And Where, My Soul, Is Thy Pleasant Hue? With The Music Of All Thy Voices, Dumb In Life’s November Too! I Shall Be Found By The Fire, Suppose, O’er A Great Wise Book As Beseemeth Age, While The Shutters Flap As The Cross-wind Blows, And I Turn The Page, And I Turn The Page, Not Verse Now, Only Prose!

There's A New Tribunal Now Higher Than God's -the Educated Man's!