The Coldest Word Was Once A Glowing

Do Nothing, Only Keep Agitating, Debating; And Things Will Destroy Themselves.

Acorns Are Planted Silently By Some Unnoticed Breeze.

Labor, Wide As The Earth, Has Its Summit In Heaven.

Man's Earthly Interests,'are All Hooked And Buttoned Together, And Held Up, By Clothes.

Ever, As Before, Does Madness Remain A Mysterious-terrific, Altogether Infernal Boiling-up Of The Nether Chaotic Deep, Through This Fair-painted Vision Of Creation, Which Swims Thereon, Which We Name The Real.