It Is Beautiful, The World, And Life

And Love, Our Light At Night And Shade At Noon,lulls Us To Rest With Songs, And Turns Awayall Shafts Of Shelterless Tumultuous Day.

Give Honour Unto Luke Evangelist; For He It Was (the Aged Legends Say) Who First Taught Art To Fold Her Hands And Pray.

The Wombat Is A Joy, A Triumph, A Delight, A Madness!

I Am Not As These Are, The Poet Saithin Youth's Pride, And The Painter, Among Menat Bay, Where Never Pencil Comes Nor Pem

Sometimes Thou Seem'st Not As Thyself Alone, But As The Meaning Of All Things That Are.