Suddenly, As Rare Things Will,

The World's Male Chivalry Has Perished Out, But Women Are Knights-errant To The Last; And, If Cervantes Had Been Greater Still, He Had Made His Don A Donna.

With Stammering Lips And Insufficient Sound I Strive And Struggle To Deliver Right The Music Of My Nature.

When God Helps All The Workers For His World, The Singers Shall Have Help Of Him, Not Last.

Life, Struck Sharp On Death, Makes Awful Lightning.

How Many Desolate Creatures On The Earth Have Learnt The Simple Dues Of Fellowship And Social Comfort, In A Hospital.