Nothing Recedes Like Progress.

A Wind Has Blown The Rain Away And Blown The Sky Away And All The Leaves Away, And The Trees Stand. I Think, I Too, Have Known Autumn Too Long.

Because You Aren't Afraid To Kiss The Dirt (and Consequently Dare To Climb The Sky)

All In Green Went My Love Riding

They Believe In Christ And Longfellow, Both Dead

...and Down They Forgot As Up They Grew.