A Champion Of The Workingman Has Never

The Trees That Have It In Their Pent-up Buds To Darken Nature And Be Summer Woods.

Have I Not Walked Without An Upward Look Of Caution Under Stars That Very Well Might Not Have Missed Me When They Shot And Fell? It Was A Risk I Had To Take-and Took.

Far More Violence Has Been Done In Obeying The Law Than In Breaking The Law.

Two Roads Diverged In A Yellow Wood, And Sorry I Could Not Travel Both And Be One Traveler, Long I Stood And Looked Down One As Far As I Could To Where It Bent In The Undergrowth.

Pressed Into Service Means Pressed Out Of Shape.