Life Hath More Awe Than

True Faith Nor Biddeth Nor Abideth Form, The Bended Knee, The Eye Uplift; Is All Which Men Need Render; All Which God Can Bear. What To The Faith Are Forms? A Passing Speck, A Crow Upon The Sky.

Where Imperfection Ceaseth, Heaven Begins.

Necessity, Like Electricity, Is In Ourselves And All Things, And No More Without Us Than Within Us.

Star Canto: Star Speaks Light, And World To World Repeats The Passage Of The Universe To God; The Name Of Christ--the One Great Word Well Worth All Languages In Earth Or Heaven.

O, There Is Naught On Earth Worth Being Known But God And Our Own Souls!