Deeds Not Words: I Say So Too!

Long Ago Apollo Called To Aristæus, Youngest Of The Shepherds, Saying, "i Will Make You Keeper Of My Bees." Golden Were The Hives, And Golden Was The Honey; Golden, Too, The Music, Where The Honey-makers Hummed Among The Trees.

Self Is The Only Prison That Can Ever Bind The Soul.

The Shadow By My Finger Cast Divides The Future From The Past: Before It, Sleeps The Unborn Hour, In Darkness, And Beyond Thy Power. Behind Its Unreturning Line, The Vanished Hour, No Longer Thine: One Hour Alone Is In Thy Hands,- The Now On Which The Shadow Stands.

The Meditative Angler Is Not Exempt From Sensational Periods. There Are Times When All The Uncertainty Of His Chosen Pursuit Seems To Condense Itself Into One Big Chance, And Stand Out Before Him Like A Salmon On The Top Wave Of A Rapid. He Sees His Luck Hangs By A Single Strand Of Gut, And He Cannot Tell Whether It Will Hold Or Break. This Is The Thrilling Moment And He Never Forgets It.

He That Planteth A Tree Is A Servant Of God, He Provideth A Kindness For Many Generations, And Faces That He Hath Not Seen Shall Bless Him.