Silent As Despairing Love, And Strong As

A Truth That's Told With Bad Intent Beats All The Lies You Can Invent.

You Throw The Sand Against The Wind And The Wind Blows It Back Again.

Travelers Repose And Dream Among My Leaves.

Thinking As I Do That The Creator Of This World Is A Very Cruel Being, And Being A Worshipper Of Christ, I Cannot Help Saying: ''the Son, O How Unlike The Father!'' First God Almighty Comes With A Thump On The Head. Then Jesus Christ Comes With A Balm To Heal It.

The Spirits Of The Air Live On The Smells Of Fruit; And Joy, With Pinions Light, Roves Round The Gardens, Or Sits Singing In The Trees.