A Woman's Pity Sometimes Makes

Mountain Gorses, Do Ye Teach Us . . . . That The Wisest Word Man Reaches Is The Humblest He Can Speak?

And Is It Not The Chief Good Of Money, The Being Free From The Need Of Thinking Of It?

Eyes Of Gentianellas Azure, Staring, Winking At The Skies.

But So Fair, She Takes The Breath Of Men Away Who Gaze Upon Her Unaware.

The Man, Most Man, Works Best For Men, And, If Most Men Indeed, He Gets His Manhood Plainest From His Soul: While, Obviously, This Stringent Soul Itself Obeys Our Old Rules Of Development; The Spirit Ever Witnessing In Ours, And Love, The Soul Of Soul, Within The Soul, Evolving It Sublimely.