Persecution Is A Very Easy

Day After Day, Day After Day, We Stuck, Nor Breath Nor Motion; As Idle As A Painted Ship Upon A Painted Ocean.

Persecution Is A Very Easy Form Of Virtue.

I Do Not Call The Sod Under My Feet My Country; But Language-religion-government-blood-identity In These Makes Men Of One Country.

For I Was Reared In The Great City, Pent With Cloisters Dim,and Saw Naught Lovely But The Sky And Stars.but Thou, My Babe! Shalt Wander Like A Breeze By Lakes And Sandy Shores, Beneath The Cragsof Ancient Mountains, And Beneath The Clouds,which Image In Their Bulk Both Lakes And Shoresand Mountain Crags: So Shall Thou See And Hearthe Lovely Shapes And Sounds Intelligible Of That Eternal Language, Which Thy Godutters, Who From Eternity Doth Teachhimself In All, And Al Things In Himselfgreat Universal Teacher! He Shall Moldthy Spirit And By Giving , Make It Ask.

O Lady! We Receive But What We Give And In Our Life Alone Does Nature Live.