She Poured A Little Social Sewage Into

We Never Know What's In Us Till We Stand By Ourselves.

Who Rises From Prayer A Better Man, His Prayer Is Answered.

Speech Is The Small Change Of Silence.

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

Days, When The Ball Of Our Vision Had Eagles That Flew Unabashed To Sun; When The Graps On The Bow Was Decision, And Arrow And Hand And Eye Were One; When The Pleasures, Like Waves To A Swimmer, Came Heaving For Rapture Ahead! - Invoke Them, They Dwindle, They Glimmer As Lights Over Mounds Of The Dead.