What We Do Belongs To What We

If Only The Best Birds Sang, The Forest Would Be Silent.

The World Is Full Of Warfare 'twixt The Evil And The Good;i Watched The Battle From Afar As One Who Understoodthe Shouting And Confusion, The Bloody, Blundering Fight-how Few There Are That See It Clear, How Few That Wage It Right!

Religion? Yes, I Know It Well; I've Heard Its Prayers And Creeds, And Seen Men Put Them All To Shame With Poor, Half-hearted Deeds. They Follow Christ, But Far Away; They Wander And They Doubt. I'll Serve Him In A Better Way, And Live His Precepts Out.

The Storm Is Ended! The Impartial Sunlaughs Down Upon The Battle Lost And Won,and Crowns The Triumph Of The Cloudy Hostin Rolling Lines Retreating To The Coast.

Love Is The Heart S Immortal Thirst To Be Completely Known And All Forgiven.