Never A Tear Bedims The

Never A Lip Is Curved With Pain That Can't Be Kissed Into Smiles Again.

Your Voices Break And Falter In The Darkness, Break, Falter, And Are Still.

The Delicate Thought, That Cannot Find Expression, For Ruder Speech Too Fair, That, Like Thy Petals, Trembles In Possession, And Scatters On The Air.

Nobody Shoulders A Rifle In Defense Of A Boarding House.

Don't Be Too Quickto Break Bad Habits: Better Stick,like The Mission Folk, To Your Arsenic.