Stain My Eyes As I May, On

That Indescribable Expression Peculiar To People Who Hope They Have Not Been Asleep, But Know They Have.

By All These Lovely Tokens September Days Are Here, With Summer's Best Of Weather And Autumn's Best Of Cheer.

Wounded Vanity Knows When It Is Mortally Hurt; And Limps Off The Field, Piteous, All Disguises Thrown Away. But Pride Carries Its Banner To The Last; And Fast As It Is Driven From One Field Unfurls It In Another, Never Admitting That There Is A Shade Less Honor In The Second Field Than In The First, Or In The Third Than In The Second.

Who Longest Wait Of All Surely Wins.

Who Waits Until The Wind Shall Silent Keep Will Never Find The Ready Hour To Sow.