Good Religious Poetry... Is Likely To Be

When The Journey's Over/there'll Be Time Enough To Sleep.

We Now To Peace And Darkness And Earth And Thee Restore Thy Creature That Thou Madest And Wilt Cast Forth No More.

They Say My Verse Is Sad: No Wonder; Its Narrow Measure Spans Tears Of Eternity, And Sorrow, Not Mine. But Man's.

Great Literature Should Do Some Good To The Reader: Must Quicken His Perception Though Dull, And Sharpen His Discrimination Though Blunt, And Mellow The Rawness Of His Personal Opinions.

Nature, Not Content With Denying Him The Ability To Think, Has Endowed Him With The Ability To Write.