Again The Cousin's Whistle! Go, My Love.

The Lie Was Dead And Damned, And Truth Stood Up Instead.

So Munch On, Crunch On, Take Your Nuncheon, Breakfast, Supper, Dinner, Luncheon!

In The Morning Of The World, When Earth Was Nigher Heaven Than Now.

That Low Man Seeks A Little Thing To Do, Sees It And Does It: This High Man, With A Great Thing To Pursue, Dies Ere He Knows It. That Low Man Goes On Adding One To One, His Hundred's Soon Hit: This High Man, Aiming At A Million, Misses An Unit. That, Has The World Here-should He Need The Next, Let The World Mind Him! This, Throws Himself On God, And Unperplext Seeking Shall Find Him.

Can We Love But On Condition That The Thing We Love Must Die?