All June I Bound The Rose In

O World, As God Has Made It! All Is Beauty.

It Was Roses, Roses, All The Way, With Myrtle Mixed In My Path Like Mad.

That We Devote Ourselves To God, Is Seen In Living Just As Though No God There Were.

There's A New Tribunal Now Higher Than God's -the Educated Man's!

"with This Same Key Shakespeare Unlocked His Heart" Once More! Did Shakespeare? If So, The Less Shakespeare He!