Tis Looking Downward Makes One Dizzy.

It Is The Glory And Good Of Art, That Art Remains The One Way Possible Of Speaking Truth, To Mouths Like Mine At Least.

All Will Be Gay When Noontide Wakes Anew The Buttercups, The Little Children's Dower.

If Thou Tastest A Crust Of Bread, Thou Tastest All The Stars And All The Heavens.

If You Get Simple Beauty And Naught Else, You Get About The Best Thing God Invents.

We Shall March Prospering,-not Thro' His Presence; Songs May Inspirit Us,-not From His Lyre; Deeds Will Be Done,-while He Boasts His Quiescence, Still Bidding Crouch Whom The Rest Bade Aspire.