The Happiness Of Life Is Made Up

And In Today Already Walks Tomorrow.

I Dislike The Frequent Use Of The Word Virtue, Instead Of Righteousness, In The Pulpit; In Prayer Or Preaching Before A Christian Community, It Sounds Too Much Like Pagan Philosophy.

Our Quaint Metaphysical Opinions, In An Hour Of Anguish, Are Like Playthings By The Bedside Of A Child Deathly Sick.

The Wise Only Possess Ideas; The Greater Part Of Mankind Are Possessed By Them.

Nor Dim Nor Red, Like God's Own Head, The Glorious Sun Uprist