Wan Night, The Shadow Goer,

Write To The Mind And Heart, And Let The Ear Glean After What It Can.

Simplicity Is Natures First Step, And The Last Of Art.

Lips Like Rosebuds Peeping Out Of Snow.

Not A Single Path Of Thought I Tread, But That It Leads To God.

Tis Light Translateth Night; 'tis Inspiration Expounds Experience; 'tis The West Explains The East; 'tis Time Unfolds Eternity.