Look Not Down But Up!

We Shall March Prospering,-not Thro' His Presence; Songs May Inspirit Us,-not From His Lyre; Deeds Will Be Done,-while He Boasts His Quiescence, Still Bidding Crouch Whom The Rest Bade Aspire.

O Lyric Love, Half Angel And Half Bird. And All A Wonder And A Wild Desire.

Thou Art My Single Day, God Lends To Leaven What Were All Earth Else, With A Feel Of Heaven.

Make No More Giants, God!but Elevate The Race At Once!

The Only Fault's With Time; All Men Become Good Creatures: But So Slow!