The Distant Soul Can Shake The Distant

Man's Body Is Faulty, His Mind Untrustworthy, But His Imagination Has Made Him Remarkable.

When Life Knocks At The Door No One Can Wait, When Death Makes His Arrest We Have To Go.

I Have Seen Flowers Come In Stony Places And Kind Things Done By Men With Ugly Faces, And The Gold Cup Won By The Worst Horse At The Races, So I Trust, Too.

In The Power And Splendor Of The Universe, Inspiration Waits For The Millions To Come. Man Has Only To Strive For It. Poems Greater Than The Iliad, Plays Greater Than Macbeth, Stories More Engaging Than Don Quixote Await Their Seeker And Finder.

Man Cannot Call The Brimming Instant Back; Time's An Affair Of Instants Spun To Days; If Man Must Make An Instant Gold, Or Black, Let Him, He May; But Time Must Go His Ways. Life May Be Duller For An Instant's Blaze. Life's An Affair Of Instants Spun To Years, Instants Are Only Cause Of All These Tears.