In Your Patience Ye Are Strong.

Many A Fervid Man Writes Books As Cold And Flat As Graveyard Stones.

Light Tomorrow With Today!

You Believe In God, For Your Part?--that He Who Makes Can Make Good Things From Ill Things, Best From Worst, As Men Plant Tulips Upon Dunghills When They Wish Them Finest.

The Least Flower, With Brimming Cup, May Stand And Share Its Dew Drop With Another Near.

With Stammering Lips And Insufficient Sound I Strive And Struggle To Deliver Right The Music Of My Nature.