When Is Man Strong Until He Feels

Praise Is Deeper Than The Lips

All Poetry Is Putting The Infinite Within The Finite.

How Good Is Life, The Mere Living!

This Could But Have Happened Once,- And We Missed It, Lost It Forever.

All Service Ranks The Same With God,- With God, Whose Puppets, Best And Worst, Are We: There Is No Last Nor First.