Thou Two-faced Year, Mother Of Change And

Naught Is Too Small And Soft To Turn And Sting.

Still Ours The Dance, The Feast, The Glorious Psalm, The Mystic Lights Of Emblem, And The Word.

My Own Curiosity And Interest Are Insatiable.

I Seem To Have Always One Little Window Looking But Into Life.

The Little And The Great Are Joined In One By God's Great Force. The Wondrous Golden Sun Is Linked Unto The Glow-worm's Tiny Spark; The Eagle Soars To Heaven In His Flight; And In Those Realms Of Space, All Bathed In Light, Soar None Except The Eagle And The Lark.