Love Is A Flame To Set The

When Life Knocks At The Door No One Can Wait, When Death Makes His Arrest We Have To Go.

Death Opens Unknown Doors. It Is Most Grand To Die.

Men In A Ship Are Always Looking Up, And Men Ashore Are Usually Looking Down.

Only The Road And The Dawn, The Sun, The Wind, And The Rain, And The Watch Fire Under Stars, And Sleep, And The Road Again.

Since The Printing Press Came Into Being, Poetry Has Ceased To Be The Delight Of The Whole Community Of Man; It Has Become The Amusement And Delight Of The Few.