Such, Such Were The Joys When We

Father, O Father! What Do We Here In This Land Of Unbelief And Fear?

To Cast Aside From Poetry, All That Is Not Inspiration

No Bird Soars Too High If He Soars With His Own Wings.

Both Read The Bible Day And Night, But Thou Read Black Where I Read White.

Down The Winding Cavern We Groped Our Tedious Way, Till A Void Boundless As The Nether Sky Appeared Beneath Us, And We Held By The Roots Of Trees And Hung Over This Immensity; But I Said: If You Please We Will Commit Ourselves To This Void And See Whether Providence Is Here Also.