How Very Hard It Is To Be

Needs There Groan A World In Anguish Just To Teach Us Sympathy?

Thou Art My Single Day, God Lends To Leaven What Were All Earth Else, With A Feel Of Heaven.

Shakespeare Was Of Us, Milton Was Of Us, Burns, Shelley, Were With Us. They Watch From Their Graves!

God Is Seen God In The Star, In The Stone, In The Flesh, In The Soul And The Clod.

I Am Grown Peaceful As Old Age Tonight.