Wake The Happy Words.

To Follow The Drops Sliding From A Lifting Oar, Head Up, While The Rower Breathes, And The Small Boat Drifts Quietly Shoreward.

Beginnings Start Without Shade,thinner Than Minnows.the Live Grass Whirls With The Sun,feet Run Over The Simple Stones,there's Time Enough.behold, In The Lout's Eye, Love.

Let Others Probe The Mystery If They Can.time-harried Prisoners Of Shall And Will -the Right Thing Happens To The Happy Man.

A Lively Understandable Spirit Once Entertained You. It Will Come Again. Be Still. Wait.

Art Is The Means We Have Of Undoing The Damage Of Haste. It's What Everything Else Isn't.