When Is Man Strong Until He Feels

Hatred And Cark And Care, What Place Have They / In Yon Blue Liberality Of Heaven?.

Talent Should Minister To Genius.

Go In Thy Native Innocence, Rely On What Thou Hast Of Virtue, Summon All, For God Towards Thee Hath Done His Part, Do Thine.

There Shall Never Be One Lost Good! What Was, Shall Live As Before; The Evil Is Null, Is Nought, Is Silence Implying Sound; What Was Good Shall Be Good, With For Evil So Much Good More; On The Earth The Broken Arcs; In The Heaven, A Perfect Round.

But Little Do Or Can The Best Of Us: That Little Is Achieved Through Liberty.