Once More On My Adventure Brave And

Finds Progress, Man's Distinctive Mark Alone, Not God's, And Not The Beast's; God Is, They Are, Man Partly Is, And Wholly Hopes To Be.

Poetry, Like Love, Is Something We Never Truly Say Goodbye To.

When Is Man Strong Until He Feels Alone?

Is Your Love For The Lord Sufficient To Give All Your Time And Talents To His Work?

Mid The Sharp, Short Emerald Wheat, Scarce Risen Three Fingers Well, The Wild Tulip At The End Of Its Tube, Blows Out Its Great Red Bell, Like A Thin Clear Bubble Of Blood, For The Children To Pick And Sell.