You Do Not Believe, You Only Believe

We Must Follow The Old Authorities And Precedents In Criminal Matters.

We Are Now Courts Of Equity, And Must Decide The Thing According To All The Rights.

One Thought Includes All Thought, In The Sense That A Grain Of Sand Includes The Universe.

And What If All Of Animated Nature Be But Organic Harps Diversely Framed, That Tremble Into Thought, As O'er Them Sweeps, Plastic And Vast, One Intellectual Breeze, At Once The Soul Of Each, And God Of All?

The Blue And Bright-eyed Floweret Of The Brook, Hope's Gentle Gem, The Sweet Forget-me-not.