How Soon Hath Time, The Subtle Thief

Untwisting All The Chains That Tie The Hidden Soul Of Harmony.

He Who Would Not Be Frustrate Of His Hope To Write Well Hereafter In Laudable Things Ought Himself To Be A True Poem.

The Low'ring Element Scowls O'er The Darken'd Landscape.

Angels Contented With Their Face In Heaven, Seek Not The Praise Of Men.

Gratitude Bestows Reverence.....changing Forever How We Experience Life And The World.