The Cut Worm Forgives The Plow.

On No Other Ground Can I Sow My Seed Without Tearing Up Some Stinking Weed.

Lo! Now The Direful Monster, Whose Skin Clings To His Strong Bones, Strides O'er The Groaning Rocks: He Withers All In Silence, And His Hand Unclothes The Earth, And Freezes Up Frail Life.

Life Delights In Life.

The Lamb Misused Breeds Public Strife And Yet Forgives The Butcher's Knife.

God And His Priest And King,...make Up A Heaven Of Our Misery.