The Sea Hath No King But God

Unto The Man Of Yearning Thought And Aspiration, To Do Nought Is In Itself Almost An Act.

It Is Beautiful, The World, And Life Itself. I Am Glad I Have Lived.

Her Hair That Lay Along Her Back Was Yellow Like Ripe Corn.

Still We Say As We Go,-"strange To Think By The Waywhatever There Is To Know,that Shall We Know One Day.

Love Is The Last Relay And Ultimate Outposts Of Eternity.