All Love Is Lost But Upon God

A Lawyer Who Does Not Know Men Is Handicapped.

Gem Of All Joy, Jasper Of Jocundity.

Noble Men In The Quiet Of Morning Hear Indians Singing The Continent's Violent Requiem.

Neither Our Vices Nor Our Virtues Further The Poem.

To God Be Humble, To Thy Friend Be Kind, And With Thy Neighbors Gladly Lend And Borrow; His Chance Tonight, It Maybe Thine Tomorrow.