A Poem Begins With A Lump In

I Often Say Of George Washington That He Was One Of The Few In The Whole History Of The World Who Was Not Carried Away By Power.

The Snake Stood Up For Evil In The Garden.

Don't Ever Take A Fence Down Until You Know Why It Was Put Up.

More Men Die Of Worry Than Of Work, Because More Men Worry Than Work.

Now No Joy But Lacks Salt That Is Not Dashed With Pain And Weariness And Fault; I Crave The Stain Of Tears, The Aftermark Of Almost Too Much Love, The Sweet Of Bitter Bark And Burning Clove.