Youth Had Been A Habit

Daughter Am I In My Mother's House, But Mistress In My Own.

The Guns, Thank God, The Guns.

As I Pass Through My Incarnations In Every Age And Race... And The Hearts Of The Meanest Were Humbled.

When Earth's Last Picture Is Painted And The Tubes Are Twisted And Dried, When The Oldest Colours Have Faded, And The Youngest Critic Has Died, We Shall Rest, And, Faith, We Shall Need It Lie Down For An Aeon Or Two, Till The Master Of All Good Workmen Shall Put Us To Work Anew!

Body And Spirit I Surrendered Whole To Harsh Instructors And Received A Soul... If Mortal Man Could Change Me Through And Through From All I Was What May The God Not Do?