Being All Fashioned Of The Self-same Dust,

At First Laying Down, As A Fact Fundamental, That Nothing With God Can Be Accidental.

The Pleasant Books, That Silently Among Our Household Treasures Take Familiar Places, And Are To Us As If A Living Tongue Spake From The Printed Leaves Or Pictured Faces!

Two Ways The Rivers Leap Down To Different Seas, And As They Roll Grow Deep And Still, And Their Majestic Presence Becomes A Benefaction To The Towns They Visit, Wandering Silently Among Them, Like Patriarchs Old Among Their Shining Tents.

There's Nothing In This World So Sweet As Love. And Next To Love The Sweetest Thing Is Hate.

Midnight! The Outpost Of Advancing Day! The Frontier Town And Citadel Of Night!