A Poet Not In Love Is Out

How Slight A Chance May Raise Or Sink A Soul!

Naught But God Can Satisfy The Soul.

America, Thou Half-brother Of The World; With Something Good And Bad Of Every Land.

True Faith Nor Biddeth Nor Abideth Form, The Bended Knee, The Eye Uplift; Is All Which Men Need Render; All Which God Can Bear. What To The Faith Are Forms? A Passing Speck, A Crow Upon The Sky.

We Live In Deeds, Not Years; In Thoughts, Not Breaths; In Feelings, Not In Figures On A Dial.