Poetry is unfallen speech. Paradise knew no other, for no other would suffice to answer the need of those ecstatic days of innocence. Abraham Coles.—The Evangel: Introduction.
When the Divine Artist would produce a poem, He plants a germ of it in a human soul, and out of that soul the poem springs and grows as from the rose-tree the rose. James A. Garfield.—Oration on the Anniversary of Burns’ Death.
