A People Always Ends By Resembling Its

Who Has Smelled The Woodsmoke At Twilight, Who Has Seen The Campfire Burning, Who Is Quick To Read The Noises Of The Night?

Still Stands Thine Ancient Sacrifice - An Humble And A Contrite Heart.

Fill The Unforgiving Minute With Sixty Seconds Worth Of Distance Run.

Not Only Do Words Infect, Egotize, Narcotize, And Paralyze, But They Enter Into And Colour The Minutest Cells Of The Brain. . . .

Well, If I Am A Man, A Man I Must Become.