Void Of Freedom, What Would Virtue Be?

Inspiration Is Solitary, Never Consecutive.

It Is For Truth That God Created Genius.

We Are Earth's Children, And Life Is The Same In Sap As In Blood; All That The Earth, Our Mother, Feels And Expresses To The Eye By Her Form And Aspect, In Melancholy Or In Splendor, Finds An Echo Within Us.

Sad Is His Lot, Who, Once At Least In His Life, Has Not Been A Poet.

Soul Of The Universe, Sire, God, Creator, Lord, I Believe In Thee, 'neath All These Names: And Without Having Need To Hear Thy Word, In The Sky's Brow My Glorious Creed I Trace.