The Bride Hath Paced Into

A Sight To Dream Of, Not To Tell!

Every Human Feeling Is Greater And Larger Than Its Exciting Cause-a Proof, I Think, That Man Is Designed For A Higher State Of Existence.

No Sound Is Dissonant Which Tells Of Life.

Joy Is The Sweet Voice, Joy The Luminous Cloud. We In Ourselves Rejoice! And Thence Flows All That Charms Or Ear Or Sight, All Melodies The Echoes Of That Voice, All Colours A Suffusion From That Light.

As I Live And Am A Man, This Is An Unexaggerated Tale - My Dreams Become The Substances Of My Life.