I Only Hope That When

It Was Far In The Sameness Of The Wood; I Was Running With Joy On The Demon's Trail, Though I Knew What I Hunted Was No True God.

I'm Always Saying Something That's Just The Edge Of Something More.

Oh, Give Us Pleasure In The Flowers To-day; And Give Us Not To Think So Far Away As The Uncertain Harvest; Keep Us Here All Simply In The Springing Of The Year. Oh, Give Us Pleasure In The Orchard White, Like Nothing Else By Day, Like Ghosts By Night; And Make Us Happy In The Happy Bees, The Swarm Dilating Round The Perfect Trees.

Don't Ever Take A Fence Down Until You Know Why It Was Put Up.

It Takes All Sorts Of In And Outdoor Schooling To Get Adapted To My Kind Of Fooling.