The Cloud Of Mind Is Discharging Its

In Each Human Heart Terror Survives The Ravin It Has Gorged: The Loftiest Fear All That They Would Disdain To Think Were True: Hypocrisy And Custom Make Their Minds The Fanes Of Many A Worship, Now Outworn. They Dare Not Devise Good For Man's Estate, And Yet They Know Not That They Do Not Dare.

He Hath Awakened From The Dream Of Life.

Ah, Woe Is Me! Winter Is Come And Gone. But Grief Returns With The Revolving Year.

Design Must Be Proved Before A Designer Can Be Inferred.

Through The Sunset Of Hope, Like The Shapes Of A Dream, What Paradise Islands Of Glory Gleam!