The Great Mind Knows The Power Of

All Good Things Are Ours, Nor Soul Helps Flesh More, Now, Than Flesh Helps Soul!

God Is The Perfect Poet, Who In His Person Acts His Own Creations.

When The Liquor's Out, Why Clink The Cannikin?

Good Strong Thick Stupefying Incense-smoke!

And Inasmuch As Feeling, The East's Gift, Is Quick And Transient,- Comes, And Lo! Is Gone, While Northern Thought Is Slow And Durable.