Imagination Is The Air Of Mind.

It Is Sad To See The Light Of Beauty Wane Away, Know Eyes Are Dimming, Bosoms Shrivelling, Feet Losing Their Springs, And Limbs Their Lily Roundness; But It Is Worse To Feel The Heart-spring Gone, To Lose Hope, Care Not For The Coming Thing, And Feel All Things Go To Decay Within Us.

All Are Of The Race Of God, And Have In Themselves Good.

He Hath No Power That Hath Not Power To Use.

None But God Can Fill The Perfect Whole.

And These Are Joys, Like Beauty, But Skin Deep.