God's Rarest Blessing Is, After All, A

Full Lasting Is The Song, Though He, / The Singer, Passes.

Swift Doth Young Love Flee, And We Stand Wakened, Shivering From Our Dream.

We Know The Degree Of Refinement In People By The Matter They Laugh At And The Ring Of The Laugh.

When I Was Quite A Boy I Had A Spasm Of Religion Which Lasted Six Weeks... But I Never Since Have Swallowed The Christian Fable.

The Song Seraphically Free Of Taint Of Personality, So Pure That It Salutes The Suns The Voice Of One For Millions, In Whom The Millions Rejoice For Giving Their One Spirit Voice.