The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.

Nature is what we see - the hill, the afternoon, squirrel, eclipse, the bumblebee. Nay, nature is heaven. Nature is what we hear...

Those who have not found the heaven below, will fail of it above.

Heavenly Father - take to thee The supreme iniquity Fashioned by thy candid Hand In a moment contraband - Though to trust us seem to us More respectful - We are Dust - We apologize to thee For thine own Duplicity.

When we think of his lone effort to live and its bleak reward, the mind turns to the myth "for His mercy endureth forever," with confiding revulsion.

We never know how high we are till we are called to rise. Then if we are true to form our statures touch the skies.

Nothing more do I ask than to share with you the ecstasy and sacrament of my life.