Fair Or Foul The Lot Apportioned Life

Genius Has Somewhat Of The Infantine; But Of The Childish Not A Touch Or Taint.

All Service Is The Same With God.

The Rain Set Early In Tonight, The Sullen Wind Was Soon Awake, It Tore The Elm-tops Down For Spite, And Did Its Best To Vex The Lake: I Listened With Heart Fit To Break. When Glided In Porphyria; Straight She Shut The Cold Out And The Storm, And Kneeled And Made The Cheerless Grate Blaze Up And All The Cottage Warm.

My Care Is For Myself; Myself Am Whole And Sole Reality.

But There Are Times When Patience Proves At Fault.