Why Stay On The Earth

As If True Pride Were Not Also Humble!

When Is Man Strong Until He Feels Alone?

On The Earth The Broken Arcs; In The Heaven A Perfect Round.

I See My Way As Birds Their Trackless Way. I Shall Arrive,- What Time, What Circuit First, I Ask Not; But Unless God Send His Hail Or Blinding Fire-balls, Sleet Or Stifling Snow, In Some Time, His Good Time, I Shall Arrive: He Guides Me And The Bird. In His Good Time.

God! Thou Art Love! I Build My Faith On That.