Bear Patiently, My Heart, For You Have

The Leader, Mingling With The Vulgar Host, Is In The Common Mass Of Matter Lost.

Oh, My Tattered Rags Are Caught On Your Coffee Table.

And His Good Wife Will Tear Her Cheeks In Grief, His Sons Are Orphans And He, Soaking The Soil Red With His Own Blood, He Rots Away Himself-more Birds Than Women Flocking Round His Body!

Words Empty As The Wind Are Best Left Unsaid.

Not Two Strong Men The Enormous Weight Could Raise,- Such Men As Live In These Degenerate Days.