Too Many People In The Modern World

And Behind Their Frail Partitions Business Women Lie And Soak, Seeing Through The Draughty Skylight Flying Clouds And Railway Smoke. Rest You There, Poor Unbelov'd Ones, Lap Your Loneliness In Heat, All Too Soon The Tiny Breakfast, Trolley-bus And Windy Street!

Oh Wasn't It Naughty Of Smudges? Oh, Mummy, I'm Sick With Disgust. She Threww Me In Front Of The Judges, And My Silly Old Collar-bone's Bust.

History Must Not Be Written With Bias, And Both Sides Must Be Given, Even If There Is Only One Side.

It's Strange That Those We Miss The Most Are Those We Take For Granted.

Hymn Tunes Are The Nearest We've Got To English Folk Music.