In Your Patience Ye Are Strong.

A Great Man Leaves Clean Work Behind Him, And Requires No Sweeper Up Of The Chips.

The Little Cares That Fretted Me, I Lost Them Yesterday Among The Fields Above The Sea, Among The Winds At Play.

Books Succeed; And Lives Fail.

Through Heaven And Earth God's Will Moves Freely, And I Follow It, As Color Follows Light. He Overflows The Firmamental Walls With Deity, Therefore With Love; His Lightnings Go Abroad, His Pity May Do So, His Angels Must, Whene'er He Gives Them Charges.

And Lips Say “god Be Pitiful,” Who Ne'er Said “god Be Praised.”