There Is A Place Where Contrarieties Are

Art Degraded, Imagination Denied.

The Cut Worm Forgives The Plow.

Mercy, Pity, And Peace, Are The World's Release.

Life Delights In Life.

Little Fly, Thy Summer's Play My Thoughtless Hand Has Brushed Away. Am Not I A Fly Like Thee? Or Art Not Thou A Man Like Me? For I Dance And Drink And Sing, Till Some Blind Hand Shall Brush My Wing!