But Till We Are Built

God Could Not Be Everywhere, And Therefore He Made Mothers.

Adam Was A Gardener, And God, Who Made Him, Sees That Half Of All Good Gardening Is Done Upon The Knees.

I Always Prefer To Believe The Best Of Everybody, It Saves So Much Trouble.

There Rise Her Timeless Capitals Of Empires Daily Born, Whose Plinths Are Laid At Midnight And Whose Streets Are Packed At Morn; And Here Come Tired Youths And Maids That Feign To Love Or Sin In Tones Like Rusty Razor Blades To Tunes Like Smitten Tin.

What Stands If Freedom Fail? What Dies Of England Live?