Such Power There Is In

The Gift Without The Giver Is Rare.

Who's Not Sat Tense Before His Own Heart's Curtain.

There Is Surely Room For Yet Another Schoolmaster When A Score Of Seers Advertise Themselves In Boston Newspapers.

The Green Grass Floweth Like A Stream Into The Oceans's Blue.

It Is The Vain Endeavor To Make Ourselves What We Are Not That Has Strewn History With So Many Broken Purposes And Lives Left In The Rough.