Hold Infinity In The Palm Of Your

How Can A Bird That Is Born For Joy Sit In A Cage And Sing?

The Gulfing Whale Was Like A Dot In The Spell. Yet Look Upon It, And 'twould Size And Swell To Its Huge Self, And The Minutest Fish Would Pass The Very Hardest Gazer's Wish, And Show His Little Eye's Anatomy.

My Mother Groaned, My Father Wept, Into The Dangerous World I Leapt.

Prepare Your Hearts For Death's Cold Hand! Prepare Your Souls For Flight, Your Bodies For The Earth; Prepare Your Arms For Glorious Victory; Prepare Your Eyes To Meet A Holy God! Prepare, Prepare!

If A Thing Loves, It Is Infinite.