Here's A Song Was Never Sung: Growing

Life Isn't One Thing After Another, It's The Same Thing Over And Over.

And He Whose Soul Is Flat -- The Sky Will Cave In On Him By And By.

A Person Who Publishes A Book Willfully Appears Before The Populace With His Pants Down. If It Is A Good Book Nothing Can Hurt Him. If It Is A Bad Book Nothing Can Help Him.

Catch From The Board Of Beauty/ Such Careless Crumbs As Fall.

How Strange A Thing Is Death, Bringing To His Knees, Bringing To His Antlers The Buck In The Snow . . . Life, Looking Out Attentive From The Eyes Of The Doe.