Most Progress Is Most Failure.

It Was Roses, Roses, All The Way, With Myrtle Mixed In My Path Like Mad.

There's A New Tribunal Now Higher Than God's -the Educated Man's!

'tis An Awkward Thing To Play With Souls.

I Think, Am Sure, A Brother's Love Exceeds All The World's Loves In Its Unworldliness.

So, Fall Asleep Love, Loved By Me... For I Know Love, I Am Loved By Thee.