Prayer Is The Spirit Speaking Truth To

Could I Love Less, I Should Be Happier Now.

I Am Tired Of Looking On What Is, One Might As Well See Beauty Never More, As Look Upon It With An Empty Eye. I Would This World Were Over. I Am Tired.

O, There Is Naught On Earth Worth Being Known But God And Our Own Souls!

For As Nightingales Do Upon Glow-worms Feed, So Poets Live Upon The Living Light.

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.