I worked with patience which means almost power.

My sun sets to raise again.

The soul hath snatched up mine all faint and weak,And placed it by thee on a golden throne,-- And that I love (O soul, we must be meek!)Is by thee only, whom I love alone.

The devil's most devilish when respectable.

He lives most life whoever breathes most air.

I heard an angel speak last night/And he said, "Write!"

And that dismal cry rose slowly And sank slowly through the air, Full of spirit's melancholy And eternity's despair; And they heard the words it said,- "Pan is dead! great Pan is dead! Pan, Pan is dead!"