Pardon My Sanity In A World Insane

Not One Of All The Purple Host Who Took The Flag To-day Can Tell The Definition So Clear Of Victory, As He, Defeated, Dying, On Whose Forbidden Ear The Distant Strains Of Triumph Break Agonized And Clear.

To Make A Prairie It Takes A Clover And One Bee, -

Truth - Is As Old As God-.

A Sick Room Is At Times Too Sacred A Place For A Friend's Knock, Timid As That Is.

Twin Loaves Of Bread Have Just Been Born Into The World Under My Auspices. Fine Children, The Image Of Their Mother. And Here, My Dear Friend, Is The Glory.