Man Has No Right To Kill His

Within My Heart Is The Lamp Of Love, And That Is Day!

In The Golden Lightning Of The Sunken Sun O'er Which Clouds Are Brightening, Thou Dost Float And Run Like An Unbodied Joy Whose Race Is Just Begun.

Design Must Be Proved Before A Designer Can Be Inferred.

The Splendors Of The Firmament Of Time May Be Eclipsed, But Are Extinguished Not; Like Stars To Their Appointed Height They Climb And Death Is A Low Mist Which Cannot Blot The Brightness It May Veil.

Fate,time,occasion,chance, And Change? To These All Things Are Subject But Eternal Love.