Shame Is Pride's Cloak.

Heaven Is In A Grain Of Sand.

The Cut Worm Forgives The Plow.

Thou Fair-hair'd Angel Of The Evening, Now, Whilst The Sun Rests On The Mountains, Light Thy Bright Torch Of Love; Thy Radiant Crown Put On, And Smile Upon Our Evening Bed!

He Who Has Suffered You To Impose On Him Knows You.

One Thought Fills Immensity.