Be He Nowhere Else, God Is In

And But Two Ways Are Offered To Our Will, Toil With Rare Triumph, Ease With Safe Disgrace, The Problem Still For Us And All Of Human Race.

Fate Loves The Fearless.

The Purely Great Whose Soul No Siren Passion Could Unsphere, Thou Nameless, Now A Power And Mixed With Fate.

The Material Of Thought Re-acts Upon The Thought Itself.

Joy Comes, Grief Goes, We Know Not How.