Simplicity Is Natures First Step, And The

Naught But God Can Satisfy The Soul.

Dewdrops, Nature's Tears, Which She Sheds In Her Own Breast For The Fair Which Die. The Sun Insists On Gladness; But At Night, When He Is Gone, Poor Nature Loves To Weep.

The World Is A Great Poem, And The World's The Words It Is Writ In, And We Souls The Thoughts.

When Night Hath Set Her Silver Lamp High, Then Is The Time For Study.

Nature Means Necessity.