Clergyman's

“A moonlight traveler in Fancy’s land.” – Madison Cawein

“What magic shall solve us the secret Of beauty that’s born for an hour?” – Madison Cawein

“A rope; a prayer; and an oak-tree near, And a score of hands to swing him clear. A grim, black thing for the setting sun And the moon and the stars to gaze upon.” – Madison Cawein

“Some shall reap that never sow And some shall toil and not attain.” – Madison Cawein

“At daybreak Morn shall come to me In raiment of the white winds spun.” – Madison Cawein

“Into the sunset’s turquoise marge The moon dips, like a pearly barge; Enchantment sails through magic seas, To fairyland Hesperides, Over the hills and away.” – Madison Cawein