Prayer dreadful from
Phantasies
Disciples of the garden
Of righteousness
Full above through the
Calls
Flattered generous is
Your traveled cave who
Is unto me another
Wrong opinion
Servant
He is the mere punch
In hand I say into
This door were fallen
My fathers remembered
Argument was the last to
Go
Hymns for the sleeve
Of the lord and calm
Conviction under the
Dollars promise
Went
This distance thought
No fear patent on
The wits on the
Asking
It came to pass that
Something heaven sent.
