Our Sons Shall Not Be

It Is Not Good For Beauty That It Should Be A Profession.

I Have Seen Him In The Watchfires Of A Hundred Circling Camps They Have Builded Him An Altar In The Evening Dews And Damps, I Have Read His Righteous Sentence By The Dim And Flaring Lamps, His Day Is Marching On.

Many A Woman Will Pass For Elegant In A Ballroom, Or Even At A Court Drawing Room, Whose Want Of True Breeding Would Become Evident In A Chosen Company.

The Broken Eggshell Of A Civilization Which Time Has Hatched And Devoured.

Mine Eyes Have Seen The Glory Of The Coming Of The Lord -