What Men Call Accident Is God's Own

The Wind Breathes Not, And The Wave Walks Softly As Above A Grave.

It Is Fine To Stand Upon Some Lofty Mountain Thought, And Feel The Spirit Stretch Into A View.

Man Is One; And He Hath One Great Heart. It Is Thus We Feel, With A Gigantic Throb Athwart The Sea, Each Other's Rights And Wrongs; Thus Are We Men.

The Course Of Nature Seems A Course Of Death, And Nothingness The Whole Substantial Thing.

It Matters Not How Long We Live But How.