Pity Would Be No More, If We

All Wholesome Food Is Caught Without A Net Or Trap.

You Throw The Sand Against The Wind And The Wind Blows It Back Again.

The Mocker Of Art Is The Mocker Of Jesus.

God Only Acts And Is, In Existing Beings Or Men.

When The Voices Of Children Are Heard On The Greenand Laughing Is Heard On The Hill,my Heart Is At Rest Within My Breastand Everything Else Is Still.