Who Rises From Prayer A

I Expect Woman Will Be The Last Thing Civilized By Man.

I Know Him, February's Thrush, And Loud At Eve He Valentines On Sprays That Paw The Naked Bush Where Soon Will Sprout The Thorns And Bines.

I've Studied Men From My Topsy-turvy Close, And I Reckon, Rather True. Some Are Fine Fellows: Some, Right Scurvy; Most, A Dash Between The Two.

The Future Not Being Born, My Friend, We Will Abstain From Baptizing It.

Who Rises From Prayer A Better Man, His Prayer Is Answered.