Luck Is Not Chance, It's

A Clock Stopped-- Not The Mantel's-- Geneva's Farthest Skill Can't Put The Puppet Bowing-- That Just Now Dangled Still

To Be Alive──is Power.

Grant Me, O Lord, A Sunny Mind-thy Windy Will To Bear!

Forever Is Made Up Of Nows.

Till The First Friend Dies, We Think Our Ecstasy Impersonal, But Then Discover That He Was The Cup From Which We Drank It, Itself As Yet Unknown.