Give Beauty Back, Beauty, Beauty,

Our Lord Jesus Christ , My Brethren, Is Our Hero, A Hero All The World Wants.

It Kills Me To Be Time's Eunuch And Never To Beget.

And Though We Do Have Him Before Our Eyes, Masked In The Sacred Host, At Mass And Benediction And Within Our Lips Receive Him At Communion, Yet To Hear Of Him And Dwell On The Thought Of Him Will Do Us Good.

But . . . I May As Well Say What I Should Not Otherwise Have Said, That I Always Knew In My Heart Walt Whitman’s Mind To Be More Like My Own Than Any Other Man’s Living. As He Is A Very Great Scoundrel This Is Not A Pleasant Confession.

Glory Be To God For Dappled Things.