Wall Must Get The Weather

We Overstate The Ills Of Life, And Take Imagination... Down Our Earth To Rake.

Eyes Of Gentianellas Azure, Staring, Winking At The Skies.

O Brave Poets, Keep Back Nothing; Nor Mix Falsehood With The Whole! Look Up Godward! Speak The Truth In Worthy Song From Earnest Soul! Hold, In High Poetic Duty, Truest Truth The Fairest Beauty.

No Man Can Be Called Friendless Who Has God And The Companionship Of Good Books.

O, Brothers! Let Us Leave The Shame And Sin Of Taking Vainly In A Plaintive Mood, The Holy Name Of Grief--holy Herein, That, By The Grief Of One, Came All Our Good.