If I Read A Book And It

The Truth Never Flaunted A Sign.

Such Is The Force Of Happiness-- The Least Can Lift A Ton Assisted By Its Stimulus.

Home Is The Definition Of God.

... And Then I Heard Them Lift A Box, And Creak Across My Soul With Those Same Boots Of Lead, Again, Then Space Began To Toll.

Besides The Autumn Poets Sing, A Few Prosaic Days, A Little This Side Of The Snow, And That Side Of The Haze..., Grant Me, Oh Lord, A Sunny Mind- Thy Windy Will To Bear!