They Tried To Get Me - I

Oh, I Have Walked In Kansas Through Many A Harvest Field, And Piled The Sheaves Of Glory There And Down The Wild Rows Reeled: Each Sheaf A Little Yellow Sun, A Heap Of Hot-rayed Gold; Each Binder Like Creation's Hand To Mold Suns, As Of Old.

The Only Thing That A Man May Do That Is New, Is To Write Himself On Human Hearts.

God Lead Us Past The Setting Of The Sun To Wizard Islands, Of August Surprise; God Make Our Blunders Wise.

Never Be A Cynic, Even A Gentle One. Never Help Out A Sneer, Even At The Devil.

The Crooning Turns To A Sunrise Singing.