The Temple Of Art Is Built In

Geology Gives Us A Key To The Patience Of God.

Ideals Are The World's Masters.

If There Be One Attribute Of The Deity Which Astonishes Me More Than Another, It Is The Attribute Of Patience. The Great Soul That Sits On The Throne Of The Universe Is Not, Never Was, And Never Will Be, In A Hurry. In The Realm Of Nature, Every Thing Has Been Wrought Out In The August Consciousness Of Infinite Leisure; And I Bless God For That Geology Which Gives Me A Key To The Patience In Which The Creative Process Was Effected.

I Softly Sink Into The Bath Of Sleep: With Eyelids Shut, I See Around Me Close The Mottled, Violet Vapors Of The Deep, That Wraps Me In Repose.

Doubtless The World Is Wicked Enough; But It Will Not Be Improved By The Extension Of A Spirit Which Self-righteously Sees More To Reform Outside Of Itself Than In Itself.