Place, Time, Life, Death, Earth, Heaven Are

I Have Been Out Again On The River, Rowing. I Find Nothing New.

Place, Time, Life, Death, Earth, Heaven Are Divisions And Distinctions We Make, Like The Imaginary Lines We Trace Upon The Surface Of The Globe.

The Master's Irresponsible Power Has No Such Bound.

Better Trust All, And Be Deceived, And Weep That Trust And That Deceiving, Than Doubt One Heart, That If Believed Had Blessed One's Life With True Believing.

What Shall I Do With All The Days And Hours That Must Be Counted Ere I See Thy Face? How Shall I Charm The Interval That Lowers Between This Time And That Sweet Time Of Grace?