Nothing Is The Force That Renovates The

Heaven Is So Far Of The Mind That Were The Mind Dissolved - The Site Of It By Architect Could Not Again Be Proved.

Much Madness Is Divinest Sense -- To A Discerning Eye -- Much Sense -- The Starkest Madness -- 'tis The Majority In This, As All, Prevail -- Assent -- And You Are Sane -- Demur -- You're Straightway Dangerous -- And Handled With A Chain --

A Courteous, Yet Harrowing Grace, As Guest, That Would Be Gone

The Soul Selects Her Own Society, Then Shuts The Door; On Her Divine Majority Obtrude No More.

Mirth Is The Mail Of Anguish --