<Untitled> (We know that unto mortals is not given)
We know that unto mortals is not given
The strength or knowledge that is yet in store
For us, ere yet we walk the streets of heaven, And dream of heaven no more.
<Untitled> (By each magnetic beam that gently warms)
By each magnetic beam that gently warms
The Universe, and to each inward part
With gentle penetration, though unseen,
Shoots invisible virtue even to the soul.