Hymn Tunes Are The Nearest

I Have A Vision Of The Future, Chum. The Workers Flats In Fields Of Soya Beans Tower Up Like Silver Pencils, Score On Score.

Hymns Are The Poetry Of The People.

Lord, Reserve For Me A Crown, And Do Not Let My Shares Go Down.

Oh! Full Surrey Twilight! Importunate Band! Oh! Strongly Adorable Tennis-girl's Hand!

I Ought To Warn You That My Verse Is Of No Interest To People Who Can Think.