Life, A Beauty Chased By Tragic Laughter.

The Corn That Makes The Holy Bread By Which The Soul Of Man Is Fed, The Holy Bread, The Food Unpriced, Thy Everlasting Mercy, Christ.

I Must Go Down To The Sea Again For The Call Of The Running Tide It's A Wild Call And A Clear Call That May Not Be Denied.

It May Be That We Cease; We Cannot Tell. Even If We Cease, Life Is A Miracle.

Once In A Century A Man May Be Ruined Or Made Insufferable By Praise. But Surely Once In A Minute Something Generous Dies For Want Of It.

Life, A Beauty Chased By Tragic Laughter.