Then Read From The Treasured Volume The

I Shot An Arrow Into The Air, It Fell To Earth, I Knew Not Where; For, So Swiftly It Flew, The Sight Could Not Follow It In Its Flight. I Breathed A Song Into The Air, It Fell To Earth, I Knew Not Where; For Who Has Sight So Keen And Strong, That It Can Follow The Flight Of Song? Long, Long Afterward, In An Oak I Found The Arrow, Still Unbroke; And The Song, From Beginning To End, I Found Again In The Heart Of A Friend.

At First Laying Down, As A Fact Fundamental, That Nothing With God Can Be Accidental.

I Stay A Little Longer, As One Stays, To Cover Up The Embers That Still Burn.

No Man Is So Poor As To Have Nothing Worth Giving.

To Say The Least, A Town Life Makes One More Tolerant And Liberal In One's Judgment Of Others.