I Trust In Nature For The Stable

Art Remains The One Way Possible Of Speaking Truth.

But God Has A Few Of Us To Whom He Whispers In The Ear; The Rest May Reason And Welcome; 'tis We Musicians Know.

Might She Have Loved Me? Just As Well She Might Have Hated, Who Can Tell!

For Sudden The Worst Turns The Best To The Brave, The Black Minute's At End, And The Elements' Rage, The Fiend Voices That Rave, Shall Dwindle, Shall Blend, Shall Change, Shall Become First A Peace Out Of Pain, Then A Light, Then Thy Breast, O Thou Soul Of My Soul! I Shall Clasp Thee Again, And With God Be The Rest!

I Was Made And Meant To Look For You And Wait For You And Become Yours Forever.