Life Hath Quicksands, Life Hath

Listen My Children And You Shall Hear, Of The Midnight Ride Of Paul Revere

Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall.

Like A French Poem Is Life; Being Only Perfect In Structure When With The Masculine Rhymes Mingled The Feminine Are.

The Laws Of Nature Are Just, But Terrible. There Is No Weak Mercy In Them. Cause And Consequence Are Inseparable And Inevitable.

The Thoughts Of Youth Are Long, Long Thoughts