God'll Send The Bill To You.

The Stiff Rails Were Softened To Swan's-down, And Still Fluttered Down The Snow.

I Don't Believe In Princerple, But Oh I Du In Interest.

Year By Year, More And More Of The World Gets Disenchanted. Even The Icy Privacy Of The Arctic And Antarctic Circles Is Invaded. We Have Played Jack Horner With Our Earth, Till There Is Never A Plum Left In It.

But Better Far It Is To Speak One Simple Word, Which Now And Then Shall Waken Their Free Nature In The Weak And Friendless Sons Of Men.

Who's Not Sat Tense Before His Own Heart's Curtain.