And Join With Thee Calm

Seasoned Life Of Man Preserved And Stored Up In Books.

... Then There Was War In Heaven. But It Was Not Angels. It Was That Small Golden Zeppelin, Like A Long Oval World, High Up. It Seemed As If The Cosmic Order Were Gone, As If There Had Come A New Order, A New Heavens Above Us: And As If The World In Anger Were Trying To Revoke It.

Good, The More Communicated, More Abundant Grows.

Where Peace And Rest Can Never Dwell, Hope Never Comes, That Comes To All.

Solitude Is Sometimes Best Society.