To Sentence A Man Of True Genius,

And In Life's Noisiest Hour, There Whispers Still The Ceaseless Love Of Thee, The Heart's Self-solace And Soliloquy. You Mould My Hopes, You Fashion Me Within.

Nothing Great Was Ever Achieved Without Enthusiasm. For What Is Enthusiasm But The Oblivion And Swallowing-up Of Self In An Object Dearer Than Self?

This World Has Angels All Too Few, And Heaven Is Overflowing.

Imagination That Compares And Contrasts With What Is Around As Well As What Is Better And Worse Is The Living Power And Prime Agent Of All Human Perception Judgement And Emotional Reaction.

How Strange And Awful Is The Synthesis Of Life And Death In The Gusty Winds And Falling Leaves Of An Autumnal Day!