He Deposes Doom Who Hath Suffered Him.

What Fortitude The Soul Contains, That It Can So Endure The Accent Of A Coming Foot- The Opening Of A Door.

I Never Lost As Much But Twice, And That Was In The Sod.

I Tasted Life.

The Sailor Cannot See The North / But Knows The Needle Can.

When We Think Of His Lone Effort To Live And Its Bleak Reward, The Mind Turns To The Myth "for His Mercy Endureth Forever," With Confiding Revulsion.