Thy Words Are Like A Cloud Of

"blessed Are The Pure In Heart, For They Shall See God." Blessed Are Those Who Have Preserved Internal Sanctity Of Soul; Who Are Conscious Of No Secret Deceit; Who Are The Same In Act As They Are In Desire; Who Conceal No Thought, No Tendencies Of Thought, From Their Own Conscience; Who Are Faithful And Sincere Witnesses, Before The Tribunal Of Their Own Judgments, Of All That Passes Within Their Mind. Such As These Shall See God.

Life, Like A Dome Of Many-coloured Glass, Stains The White Radiance Of Eternity.

As Belief Is A Passion Of The Mind, No Degree Of Criminality Is Attachable To Disbelief.

Men Of England, Wherefore Plough For The Lords Who Lay You Low?

Less Oft Peace In Shelley's Mind, Than Calm In Waters Seen.