The Fool Of Nature Stood With Stupid

For Truth Has Such A Face And Such A Mien, As To Be Loved Needs Only To Be Seen.

Our Souls Sit Close And Silently Within, And Their Own Web From Their Own Entrails Spin; And When Eyes Meet Far Off, Our Sense Is Such, That, Spider-like, We Feel The Tenderest Touch.

The Gods, (if Gods To Goodness Are Inclined If Acts Of Mercy Touch Their Heavenly Mind), And, More Than All The Gods, Your Generous Heart, Conscious Of Worth, Requite Its Own Desert!

The Elephant Is Never Won By Anger; Nor Must That Man Who Would Reclaim A Lion Take Him By The Teeth.

The Good We Have Enjoyed From Heaven's Free Will, And Shall We Murmur To Endure The Ill?