Silent As Despairing Love, And Strong As

Does The Eagle Know What Is In The Pit Or Wilt Thou Go Ask The Mole? Can Wisdom Be Put In A Silver Rod, Or Love In A Golden Bowl?

And Is He Honest Who Resists His Genius Or Conscience Only For The Sake Of Present Ease Or Gratification

I Cry, Love! Love! Love! Happy Happy Love! Free As The Mountain Wind!

'come Hither, My Boy, Tell Me What Thou Seest There?' 'a Fool Tangled In A Religious Snare.'

Tools Were Made And Born Were Hands, Every Farmer Understands.