All Of Nature Is God's

My Course Is Set For An Uncharted Sea.

It Is Necessity And Not Pleasure That Compels Us.

I Found Myself Within A Forest Dark, For The Straightfoward Pathway Had Been Lost. Ah Me! How Hard A Thing Is To Say, What Was This Forest Savage, Rough, And Stern, Which In The Very Thought Renews The Fear. So Bitter Is It, Death Is Little More.

At Grief So Deep The Tongue Must Wag In Vain; The Language Of Our Sense And Memory Lacks The Vocabulary Of Such Pain.

Be As A Tower Firmly Set; Shakes Not Its Top For Any Blast That Blows.