All The People Like Us Are We,

Yes, Making Mock O' Uniforms That Guard You While You Sleep

The American Has No Language, He Has A Dialect, Slang, Provincialism, Accent And So Forth

But Till We Are Built Like Angels, With Hammer And Chisel And Pen, We Will Work For Ourself And A Woman, Forever And Ever, Amen.

The Three In One, The One In Three? Not So! To My Own Gods I Go. It May Be They Shall Give Me Greater Ease Than Your Cold Christ And Tangled Trinities.

Enough Work To Do, And Strength Enough To Do The Work.