Poor Conceited Humanity! Interpreters Of

A Song Fluttered Down In The Form Of A Dove, And It Bore Me A Message, The One Word-love!

All Play And No Work Makes Jack A Mere Toy.

We Wear The Mask That Grins And Lies, It Hides Our Cheeks And Shades Our Eyes,- - This Debt We Pay To Human Guile; With Torn And Bleeding Hearts We Smile And Mouth With Myriad Subtleties. Why Should The World Be Otherwise, In Counting All Our Tears And Sighs? Nay, Let Them Only See Thus, While We Wear The Mask. We Smile, But, O Great Christ, Our Cries To Thee From Tortured Souls Arise. We Sing, But Oh The Clay Is Vile Beneath Our Feet, And Long The Mile; But Let The World Dream Otherwise, We Wear The Mask!

Washington Is The City Where The Big Men Of Little Towns Come To Be Disillusioned

Only The Rich Are Lonesome.