What Men Call Accident Is God's Own

The Sole Equality On Earth Is Death.

Lips Like Rosebuds Peeping Out Of Snow.

Who Can Mistake Great Thoughts? They Seize Upon The Mind; Arrest And Search, And Shake It; Bow The Tall Soul As By Wind; Rush Over It Like A River Reeds.

One Thought Settles A Life, An Immortality.

The Beautiful Are Never Desolate; But Some One Alway Loves Them--god Or Man. If Man Abandons, God Himself Takes Them.