Something The Heart Must Have To Cherish,

When Christ Ascended Triumphantly From Star To Star He Left The Gates Of Heaven Ajar.

The Surest Pledge Of A Deathless Name Is The Silent Homage Of Thoughts Unspoken.

Autumn Arrives Like A Warrior With The Stain Of Blood Upon His Brazen Mail. His Crimson Scarf Is Rent. His Scarlet Banner Drips With Gore. His Step Is Like A Flail Upon The Threshing Floor.

The Soul...is Audible, Not Visible.

Read From Some Humbler Poet, Whose Songs Gushed From His Heart, As Showers From The Clouds Of Summer, Or Tears From The Eyelids Start.