The moon, like a flower in heaven's high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night.

How do you know but ev’ry Bird that cuts the airy way, Is an immense world of delight, clos’d by your senses five?

If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite.

The lamb misused breeds public strife And yet forgives the butcher's knife.

The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn of the crow

Thinking as I do that the Creator of this world is a very cruel being, and being a worshipper of Christ, I cannot help saying: ''the Son, O how unlike the Father!'' First God Almighty comes with a thump on the head. Then Jesus Christ comes with a balm to heal it.

The eye altering, alters all.