Art Remains The One Way Possible Of

But God Has A Few Of Us To Whom He Whispers In The Ear; The Rest May Reason And Welcome; 'tis We Musicians Know.

Why Stay On The Earth Except To Grow.

What Youth Deemed Crystal, Age Finds Out Was Dew.

Thought Is The Soul Of Act.

All Service Ranks The Same With God,- With God, Whose Puppets, Best And Worst, Are We: There Is No Last Nor First.