And Now, Dear Lord, I Cannot Wait

Approval Of What Is Approved Of Is As False As A Well-kept Vow.

Oh! Full Surrey Twilight! Importunate Band! Oh! Strongly Adorable Tennis-girl's Hand!

Oh Wasn't It Naughty Of Smudges? Oh, Mummy, I'm Sick With Disgust. She Threww Me In Front Of The Judges, And My Silly Old Collar-bone's Bust.

I Am Still Reeling With Delight At The Soaring Majesty Of Norfolk.

Hymns Are The Poetry Of The People.