I Write To Find Out What I

They Would Not Find Me Changed From Him They Knew - Only More Sure Of All I Thought Was True.

The Test Is Always How We Treat The Poor.

What Is Required Is Sight And Insight- Then You Might Add One More: Excite.

Before I Built A Wall I'd Ask To Know What I Was Walling In Or Walling Out.

(soft Petals, Yes, But Not So Barren Quite, Mingled With These, Smooth Bean And Wrinkled Pea;) And Go Along With You Ere You Lose Sight Of What You Came For And Become Like Me, Slave To A Springtime Passion For The Earth. How Love Burns Through The Putting In The Seed On Through The Watching For That Early Birth When, Just As The Soil Tarnishes With Weed, The Sturdy Seedling With Arched Body Comes Shouldering Its Way And Shedding The Earth Crumbs.