Oh, The Little More, And How Much

My Business Is Not To Remake Myself, But To Make The Absolute Best Of What God Made.

I Show You Doubt, To Prove That Faith Exists.

Stung By The Splendour Of A Sudden Thought.

The Body Sprang At Once To The Height, And Stayed; But The Soul,-no!

Rats They Fought The Dogs And Killed The Cats, And Bit The Babies In The Cradles, And Ate The Cheeses Out Of The Vats, And Licked The Soup From The Cook's Own Ladles. Split Open The Kegs Of Salted Sprats, Made Nests Inside Men's Sunday Hats, And Even Spoiled The Women's Chats By Drowning Their Speaking With Shrieking And Squeaking In Fifty Different Sharps And Flats.