A Child Walked By, Rolling A Metal

The True Joy Of A Moonlit Night Is Something We No Longer Understand. Only The Men Of Old, When There Were No Lights, Could Understand The True Joy Of A Moonlit Night.

It's Remarkable How We Go On Year After Year, Doing The Same Old Things. We Get Tired And Bored, And Ask When They'll Come For Us

Along The Coast The Sea Roars, And Inland The Mountains Roar – The Roaring At The Center, Like A Distant Clap Of Thunder.

The Snow On The Distant Mountains Was Soft And Creamy, As If Veiled In A Faint Smoke.

The Labor Into Which A Heart Has Poured Its Whole Love--where Will It Have Its Say, To Excite And Inspire, And When?