Uncorseted, Her Friendly Bust Gives

Think Not Forever Of Yourselves, O Chiefs, Nor Of Your Own Generation. Think Of Continuing Generations Of Our Families, Think Of Our Grandchildren And Of Those Yet Unborn, Whose Faces Are Coming From Beneath The Ground.

The Hint Half Guessed, The Gift Half Understood, Is Incarnation.

Tradition: How The Vitality Of The Past Enriches The Life Of The Present.

The Dream Crossed Twilight Between Birth And Dying.

Distracted From Distraction By Distraction