But There Are Times When Patience Proves

Death: The Grand Perhaps.

And Inasmuch As Feeling, The East's Gift, Is Quick And Transient,- Comes, And Lo! Is Gone, While Northern Thought Is Slow And Durable.

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

Only I Discern Infinite Passion, And The Pain Of Finite Hearts That Yearn.

He Who Did Well In War Just Earns The Right, To Begin Doing Well In Peace.