Quick-loving Hearts ... May Quickly Loathe.

Oh, The Little Birds Sang East, And The Little Birds Sang West.

But The Child's Sob Curses Deeper In The Silence Than The Strong Man In His Wrath!

What I Do And What I Dream Include Thee, As The Wine Must Taste Of Its Own Grapes.

Every Age, Through Being Beheld Too Close, Is Ill-discerned By Those Who Have Not Lived Past It.

Light Tomorrow With Today!