Man Has Never Been The Same Since

I Had A Little Sorrow, Born Of A Little Sin.

Beautiful As A Dandelion-blossom, Golden In The Green Grass, This Life Can Be. Common As A Dandelion-blossom, Beautiful In The Clean Grass, Not Beautiful Because Common, Beautiful Because Beautiful, Noble Because Common, Because Free.

O World, I Cannot Hold Thee Close Enough!

I Have Loved Badly, Loved The Great Too Soon, Withdrawn My Words Too Late; And Eaten In An Echoing Hall Alone And From A Chipped Plate The Words That I Withdrew Too Late.

Pour Away Despair And Rinse The Cup. Eat Happiness Like Bread.