Night Brings Out Stars As Sorrow Shows

The Value Of A Thought Cannot Be Told.

For Ivy Climbs The Crumbling Hall To Decorate Decay.

Naught But God Can Satisfy The Soul.

Poets Are All Who Love, Who Feel Great Truths, And Tell Them; And The Truth Of Truths Is Love.

Tis Light Translateth Night; 'tis Inspiration Expounds Experience; 'tis The West Explains The East; 'tis Time Unfolds Eternity.