Of What I Call God, And Fools

Poetry, Like Love, Is Something We Never Truly Say Goodbye To.

Why Stay On The Earth Except To Grow.

No, When The Fight Begins Within Himself, / A Man's Worth Something.

Tis Looking Downward Makes One Dizzy.

How Good Is Man's Life, The Mere Living! How Fit To Employ All The Heart And The Soul And The Senses Forever In Joy!