A Little Learning Is A

Remembrance And Reflection How Allied. What Thin Partitions Divides Sense From Thought.

Know Then This Truth, Enough For Man To Know Virtue Alone Is Happiness Below.

The Lamb Thy Riot Dooms To Bleed Today, Had He Thy Reason, Would He Skip And Play? Pleas'd To The Last He Crops The Flow'ry Food, And Licks The Hand Just Rais'd To Shed His Blood.

Light Quirks Of Music, Broken And Uneven,make The Soul Dance Upon A Jig To Heav'n.

And Write About It, Goddess, And About It!