The Person Who Does Not Believe In

Little Lamb, Who Made Thee? Dost Thou Know Who Made Thee?

Mock On, Mock On, Voltaire, Rousseau! Mock On, Mock On: 'tis All In Vain! You Throw The Sand Against The Wind, And The Wind Blows It Back Again. And Every Sand Becomes A Gem Reflected In The Beams Divine; Blown Back They Blind The Mocking Eye, But Still In Israel's Paths They Shine. The Atoms Of Democritus And Newton's Particles Of Light Are Sands Upon The Red Sea Shore, Where Israel's Tents Do Shine So Bright.

Heaven Is In A Grain Of Sand.

The Whole Business Of Man Is The Arts, & All Things Common.

Mercy, Pity, Peace Is The World's Release.