And Each Man Stands With His Face

God Only, Who Made Us Rich, Can Make Us Poor.

Books Are Men Of Higher Stature, And The Only Men That Speak Aloud For Future Times To Hear.

You're Something Between A Dream And A Miracle.

But The Child's Sob Curses Deeper In The Silence Than The Strong Man In His Wrath!

Of All The Thoughts Of God That Are Borne Inward Unto Souls Afar, Along The Psalmist's Music Deep, Now Tell Me If That Any Is. For Gift Or Grace, Surpassing This-- He Giveth His Beloved Sleep.