The Aim, If Reached Or

But Facts Are Facts And Flinch Not.

The Devil, That Old Stager, Who Leads Downward, Perhaps, But Fiddles All The Way!

What A Thing Friendship Is - World Without End.

Mid The Sharp, Short Emerald Wheat, Scarce Risen Three Fingers Well, The Wild Tulip At The End Of Its Tube, Blows Out Its Great Red Bell, Like A Thin Clear Bubble Of Blood, For The Children To Pick And Sell.

Earth Is Crammed With Heavens.