Look Back On Time With Kindly Eyes,

Assent - And You Are Sane - Demur - And You're Straightaway Dangerous - And Handled With A Chain.

I Never Saw A Moor, I Never Saw The Sea; Yet Know I How The Heather Looks, And What A Wave Must Be. I Never Spoke With God, Nor Visited In Heaven; Yet Certain Am I Of The Spot, As If A Chart Were Given.

The Truth Must Dazzle Gradually Or Every Man Be Blind.

We Both Believe, And Disbelieve A Hundred Times An Hour, Which Keeps Believing Nimble.

Eternity' Is There, We Say, As Of A Station. Meanwhile, He Is So Near, He Joins Me In My Ramble? Divides Abode With Me? No Friend Have I That So Persists As This Eternity.