Sunday Is The Golden Clasp That Binds

The Counterfeit And Counterpart Of Nature Is Reproduced In Art.

Like A French Poem Is Life; Being Only Perfect In Structure When With The Masculine Rhymes Mingled The Feminine Are.

Mercy More Becomes A Magistrate Than The Vindictive Wrath Which Men Call Justice.

Through Woods And Mountain Passes The Winds, Like Anthems, Roll.

Noble Souls, Through Dust And Heat, Rise From Disaster And Defeat The Stronger.