None But God Can Fill The Perfect

Look On The Bee Upon The Wing 'mong Flowers; How Brave, How Bright His Life! Then Mark, Him Hiv'd, Cramp'd, Cringing In His Self-built, Social Cell, Thus It Is In The World-hive; Most Where Men Lie Deep In Cities As In Drifts.

Sorrow Is A Stone That Crushes A Single Bearer To The Ground, While Two Are Able To Carry It With Ease.

England! My Country, Great And Free! Heart Of The World, I Leap To Thee!

See The Sun! God's Crest Upon His Azure Shield, The Heavens.

Prayer Is The Spirit Speaking Truth To Truth.