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He Will Kill Mice And He Will Be Kind To Babies...but When The Moon Gets Up And The Night Comes, He Is The Cat That Walks By Himself.

If You Can Meet With Triumph And Disaster And Treat Those Two Impostors Just The Same.

We Have Learned To Whittle The Eden Tree To The Shape Of A Surplice Peg, We Have Learned To Bottle Our Parents Twain In The Yelk Of An Addled Egg. We Know That The Tail Must Wag The Dog, For The Horse Is Drawn By The Cart, But The Devil Whoops, As He Whooped Of Old; It's Clever, But Is It Art?

Go Softly By That River Side Or When You Would Depart, You'll Find Its Every Winding Tied; And Knotted Round Your Heart.

Yes, Making Mock O' Uniforms That Guard You While You Sleep