I Am Always Most Religious Upon A

Damn Description, It Is Always Disgusting.

But 'midst The Crowd, The Hum, The Shock Of Men, To Hear, To See, To Feel, And To Possess, And Roam Along, The World's Tired Denizen, With None Who Bless Us, None Whom We Can Bless.

Oh Who Can Tell, Save He Whose Heart Hath Tried.

A Feast Not Profuse But Elegant; More Of Salt [refinement] Than Of Expense.

They Truly Mourn, That Mourn Without A Witness.