Men Get Opinions As Boys Learn To

With Stammering Lips And Insufficient Sound I Strive And Struggle To Deliver Right The Music Of My Nature.

If Thou Must Love Me, Let It Be For Naught Except For Love's Sake Only.

"there Is No God," The Foolish Saith, But None, "there Is No Sorrow." And Nature Oft The Cry Of Faith In Bitter Need Will Borrow: Eyes Which The Preacher Could Not School, By Wayside Graves Are Raised; And Lips Say, "god Be Pitiful," Who Ne'er Said, "god Be Praised."

Large, Musing Eyes, Neither Joyous Nor Sorry.

I Heard An Angel Speak Last Night/and He Said, "write!"