I Work To Drive The Awe Away,

Pardon My Sanity In A World Insane

The Sun Just Touched The Morning; The Morning, Happy Thing, Supposed That He Had Come To Dwell, And Life Would Be All Spring.

Time Is Short And Full, Like An Outgrown Frock - .

Answer July- Where Is The Bee- Where Is The Blush- Where Is The Hay? Ah, Said July- Where Is The Seed- Where Is The Bud- Where Is The May- Answer Thee-me-

The Things Of Which We Want The Proof Are Those We Know The Best.