Let The Earth Look At Me, And

I Have All That I Lost And I Go Carrying My Childhood Like A Favorite Flower That Perfumes My Hand.

Love Beauty It Is The Shadow Of God On The Universe

What The Soul Is To The Body, So Is The Artist To His People.

I Have A Faithful Joy And A Joy That Is Lost. One Is Like A Rose, The Other, A Thorn. The One That Was Stolen I Have Not Lost.

A Crippled Child Said, "how Shall I Dance?" Let Your Heart Dance We Said. Then The Invalid Said: "how Shall I Sing?" Let Your Heart Sing We Said Then Spoke The Poor Dead Thistle, "but I, How Shall I Dance?" Let Your Heart Fly To The Wind We Said. Then God Spoke From Above "how Shall I Descend From The Blue?" Come Dance For Us Here In The Light We Said. All The Valley Is Dancing Together Under The Sun, And The Heart Of Him Who Joins Us Not Is Turned To Dust, To Dust.