He Who Faces No Calamity Gains No

These Are The Four That Are Never Content: That Have Never Been Filled Since The Dew Began- Jacala's Mouth, And The Glut Of The Kite, And The Hands Of The Ape, And The Eyes Of Man.

The White Moth To The Closing Vine, The Bee To The Open Clover, And The Gypsy Blood To The Gypsy Blood Ever The Wide World Over.

Still Stands Thine Ancient Sacrifice - An Humble And A Contrite Heart.

Our Loves Are Not Given, But Only Lent, At Compound Interest Of Cent Per Cent.

They Will Come Back, Come Back Again, As Long As The Red Earth Rolls. He Never Wasted A Leaf Or A Tree. Do You Think He Would Squander Souls?