Each Lost Day Has Its Patron Saint!

If, Of All Words Of Tongue And Pen, The Saddest Are, It Might Have Been,' More Sad Are These We Daily See: 'it Is, But Hadn't Ought To Be!'

Your Voices Break And Falter In The Darkness, Break, Falter, And Are Still.

Don't Be Too Quickto Break Bad Habits: Better Stick,like The Mission Folk, To Your Arsenic.

For The Glory Born Of Goodness Never Dies, And Its Flag Is Not Half-masted In The Skies.

The Dominant Expression Of A Child Is Gravity.