In the world's audience hall, the simple blade of grass sits on the same carpet with the sunbeams, and the stars of midnight.

Andrea Beaman

See mother earth her offspring's fate bemoan, And nations gaze at scenes before unknown! See the bright beams of heaven's revolving light Involved in sorrows and the veil of night! The goddess comes, she moves divinely fair,

Proud bones such as yours the world finds rare;
These are the crags of a true eccentric.
You wield your brush like a roof beam, propelled by wine;
From out your bosom pour rugged rocks.

In the world's audience hall, the simple blade of grass sits on the same carpet with the sunbeams, and the stars of midnight.

In the end, he 'mounted a beam of sunlight and in the flicker of a moment flew away into the sky... He turned his face to look back and sent forth a light ray of immeasurable loving-kindness...

Proud bones such as yours the world finds rare;
These are the crags of a true eccentric.
You wield your brush like a roof beam, propelled by wine;
From out your bosom pour rugged rocks.