Pardon My Sanity In A World Insane

A Sick Room Is At Times Too Sacred A Place For A Friend's Knock, Timid As That Is.

The Will Is Always Near, Dear, Though The Feet Vary.

But A Book Is Only The Heart's Portrait- Every Page A Pulse.

An Altered Look About The Hills; A Tyrian Light The Village Fills; A Wider Sunrise In The Dawn; A Deeper Twilight On The Lawn; A Print Of A Vermilion Foot; A Purple Finger On The Slope; A Flippant Fly Upon The Pane; A Spider At His Trade Again; An Added Strut In Chanticleer; A Flower Expected Everywhere.

Faith Slips - And Laughs, And Rallies