I Tell Everyone Very Plainly That I

I Tell Everyone Very Plainly That I Take Bribes, But What Kind Of Bribes? Why, Greyhound Puppies. That's A Totally Different Matter.

But Wise Is The Man Who Disdains No Character, But With Searching Glance Explores Him To The Root And Cause Of All.

Ah, Steeds, Steeds, What Steeds! Has The Whirlwind A Home In Your Manes? Is There A Sensitive Ear, Alert As A Flame, In Your Every Fiber? Hearing The Familiar Song From Above, All In One Accord You Strain Your Bronze Chests And, Hooves Barely Touching The Ground, Turn Into Straight Lines Cleaving The Air, And All Inspired By God It Rushes On!

We Have The Marvelous Gift Of Making Everything Insignificant.

The Lord Grant We May All Be Tillers Of The Soil.