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If You Are Poor, Shun Association With Him Who Measures Men With The Yardstick Of Riches.

Thus With My Lips Have I Denounced You, While My Heart, Bleeding Within Me, Called You Tender Names. It Was Love Lashed By Its Own Self That Spoke. It Was Pride Half Slain That Fluttered In The Dust. It Was My Hunger For Your Love That Raged From The Housetop, While My Own Love, Kneeling In Silence, Prayed Your Forgiveness.

Keep Your Heart In Wonder At The Daily Miracles Of Your Life.

He Alone Is Great Who Turns The Voice Of The Wind Into A Song Made Sweeter By His Own Loving.

Yesterday Is Ever Jealous Of...tomorrow.