A Bayonet's Contrition Is Nothing To The

I Don't Profess To Be Profound; But I Do Lay Claim To Common Sense.

Life Is So Rotatory That The Wilderness Falls To Each, Sometime.

To Multiply The Harbors Does Not Reduce The Sea.

I Do Not Know The Man So Bold He Dare In Lonely Place That Awful Stranger Consciousness Deliberately Face-.

Apparently With No Surprise To Any Happy Flower The Frost Beheads It At Its Play -- In Accidental Power -- The Blonde Assassin Passes On -- The Sun Proceeds Unmoved To Measure Off Another Day For An Approving God.