Because Thou Must Not Dream,

Man Errs Not That He Deems His Welfare His True Aim, He Errs Because He Dreams The World Does But Exist That Welfare To Bestow.

Hither And Thither Spins The Wind-borne Mirroring Soul, A Thousand Glimpses Wins, And Never Sees A Whole.

That Which In England We Call The Middle Class Is In America Virtually The Nation.

Bald As The Bare Mountain Tops Are Bald, With A Baldness Full Of Grandeur.

To Thee Only God Granted A Heart Ever New: To All Always Open; To All Always True.