Not Till The Fire Is Dying In

God's Rarest Blessing Is, After All, A Good Woman!

Not Till The Fire Is Dying In The Grate, Look We For Any Kinship With The Stars. Oh, Wisdom Never Comes When It Is Gold, And The Great Price We Paid For It Full Worth: We Have It Only When We Are Half Earth. Little Avails That Coinage To The Old!

But O The Truth, The Truth. The Many Eyes That Look On It The Diverse Things They See.

Faith Works Miracles. At Least It Allows Time For Them.

The Man Of Science Is Nothing If Not A Poet Gone Wrong.