I Loved You For A Long, Long

My Page Was Too White My Ink Was Too Thin The Day Wouldn't Write What The Night Pencilled In.

Let Judges Secretly Despair Of Justice: Their Verdicts Will Be More Acute. Let Generals Secretly Despair Of Triumph; Killing Will Be Defamed. Let Priests Secretly Despair Of Faith: Their Compassion Will Be True.

Part Of The Shabbiness Of Our Culture, If Indeed It Is Shabby, Is That It Doesn't Seem To Prepare People. With All The Songs About Love And All The Movies And All The Books, There Doesn't Seem To Be Any Way That We Can Prepare The Human Heart For This Experience.

The Poor Stay Poor, The Rich Get Rich / Thats How It Goes / Everybody Knows.

Ring The Bells That Still Can Ring.