My Brother Starv'd Between Two Walls,his Children's

To See A World In A Grain Of Sand And A Heaven In A Wildflower.

England! Awake! Awake! Awake! Jerusalem Thy Sister Calls! Why Wilt Thou Sleep The Sleep Of Death And Close Her From Thy Ancient Walls?

They Who Forgive Most Shall Be Most Forgiven.

The Ruins Of Time Build Mansions In Eternity.

He Who Does Not Imagine In Stronger And Better Lineaments, And In Stronger And Better Light Than His Perishing And Mortal Eye Can See, Does Not Imagine At All.