Above The Smoke And Stir Of This

It Were A Journey Like The Path To Heaven, To Help You Find Them.

The Virtuous Mind That Ever Walks Attended By A Strong Siding Champion, Conscience.

... Then There Was War In Heaven. But It Was Not Angels. It Was That Small Golden Zeppelin, Like A Long Oval World, High Up. It Seemed As If The Cosmic Order Were Gone, As If There Had Come A New Order, A New Heavens Above Us: And As If The World In Anger Were Trying To Revoke It.

A Man May Be Ungrateful, But The Human Race Is Not So.

Man Hath His Daily Work Of Body Or Mind Appointed.