Love Kindled By Virtue Always Kindles Another,

You Can Stay And Die Or You Can Walk Your Ugly Ass Back Through That Gate. It's Your Call, Pal.

O Conscience, Upright And Stainless, How Bitter A Sting To Thee Is A Little Fault!

Follow Your Own Star!

Blessed Are The Peacemakers, For They Have Freed Themselves From Sinful Wrath.

As Flowerlets Drooped And Puckered In The Night Turn Up To The Returning Sun And Spread Their Petals Wide On His New Warmth And Light-just So My Wilted Spirits Rose Again And Such A Heat Of Zeal Surged Through My Veins That I Was Born Anew.