There is no expeditious road To pack and label men for God, And save them by the barrel-load. Some may perchance, with strange surprise, Have blundered into Paradise.

Little Jesus, was Thou shy Once, and just so small as I? And what did it feel like to be Out of Heaven, and just like me?

There is no expeditious road To pack and label men for God, And save them by the barrel-load. Some may perchance, with strange surprise, Have blundered into Paradise.

All things by immortal power. Near of far, to each other linked are, that thou canst not stir a flower without troubling of a star.

The devil doesn't know how to sing, only how to howl.

Oh invisible, we view thee, O world intangible, we touch thee, o world unknowable, we know thee.

Look for me in the nurseries of Heaven.