How Do You Know But Ev’ry Bird

For Everything That Lives Is Holy, Life Delights In Life.

The Woman That Does Not Love Your Frowns Will Never Embrace Your Smiles.

None But Blockheads Copy Each Other.

God Appears, And God Is Light, To Those Poor Souls Who Dwell In Night; But Does A Human Form Display To Those Who Dwell In Realms Of Day.

Why Stand We Here Trembling Around, Calling On God For Help, And Not Ourselves, In Whom God Dwells?