It lies not in our power to love or hate,
For will in us is overruled by fate.
When two are stripped, long ere the course begin,
We wish that one should love, the other win;
And one especially do we affect
Of two gold ingots, like in each respect:
The reason no man...

A sight in camp in the daybreak gray and dim,
As from my tent I emerge so early sleepless,
As slow I walk in the cool fresh air the path near by the hospital tent,
Three forms I see on stretchers lying, brought out there untended lying,
Over each the blanket...

Poet: Walt Whitman

Best Things dwell out of Sight

The Pearl — the Just — Our Thought.


Most shun the Public Air

Legitimate, and Rare —


The Capsule of the Wind

The Capsule of the Mind


Exhibit here, as doth a...

Poet:

Out of sight? What of that?

See the Bird — reach it!

Curve by Curve — Sweep by Sweep —

Round the Steep Air —

Danger! What is that to Her?

Better 'tis to fail — there —

Than debate — here —

...

Poet:

There are two Ripenings — one — of sight —

Whose forces Spheric wind

Until the Velvet product

Drop spicy to the ground —

A homelier maturing —

A process in the Bur —

That teeth of Frosts alone disclose...

Poet: