Books Are Not Men And Yet They

I Had Lost Something In My Youth And Made Money Instead.

As For What You're Calling Hard Luck - Well, We Made New England Out Of It. That And Codfish.

I Tried To Think Of My Knowledge, But It Was A Squirrel's Heap Of Winter Nuts. There Was No Strength In My Knowledge Any More And I Felt Small And Naked As A New-hatched Bird.

Grant Us A Common Faith That We Shall Know Bread And Peace-that We Shall Know Justice And Righteousness, Freedom And Security, An Equal Opportunity And An Equal Chance To Do Our Best Not Only In Our Own Lands, But Throughout The World. And In That Faith Let Us March Toward The Clean World Our Hands Can Make.

Broad-streeted Richmond . . . The Trees In The Streets Are Old Trees Used To Living With People, Family Trees That Remember Your Grandfather's Name.