I Am Lonely, Sometimes, But

All The Worse For The Undeniable Talent Which Hides The Evil So Subtly And Makes The Danger So Delightful.

A Child Her Wayward Pencil Drew On Margins Of Her Book; Garlands Of Flower, Dancing Elves, Bud, Butterfly, And Brook, Lessons Undone, And Plum Forgot, Seeking With Hand And Heart The Teacher Whom She Learned To Love Before She Knew T'was Art.

Many Wise And True Sermons Are Preached Us Everyday By Unconscious Ministers In Street, School, Office, Or Home; Even A Fair Table May Become A Pulpit, If It Can Offer The Good And Helpful Words Which Are Never Out Of Season.

People Don't Have Fortunes Left Them In That Style Nowadays; Men Have To Work And Women To Marry For Money. It's A Dreadfully Unjust World.

Poor Dull Concord. Nothing Colorful Has Come Through Here Since The Redcoats.