I See Before Me The

For Truth Is Always Strange; Stranger Than Fiction.

A Thousand Years May Scare Form A State. An Hour May Lay It In Ruins.

In The Desert A Fountain Is Springing, In The Wide Waste There Still Is A Tree, And A Bird In The Solitude Singing, Which Speaks To My Spirit Of Thee

Love Will Find A Way Through Paths Where Wolves Fear To Prey.

The Fact Is That My Wife If She Had Common Sense Would Have More Power Over Me Than Any Other Whatsoever, For My Heart Always Alights Upon The Nearest Perch.