One Gets To The Heart Of The

Children Born Of Fairy Stock Never Need For Shirt Or Frock, Never Want For Food Or Fire, Always Get Their Heart's Desire.

One Gets To The Heart Of The Matter By A Series Of Experiences In The Same Pattern, But In Different Colors.

I Do Not Love The Sabbath, The Soapsuds And The Starch, The Troops Of Solemn People Who To Salvation March. I Take My Book, I Take My Stick On The Sabbath Day, In Woody Nooks And Valleys I Hide Myself Away. To Ponder There In Quiet God's Universal Plan, Resolved That Church And Sabbath Were Never Made For Man.

Anthropologists Are A Connecting Link Between Poets And Scientists; Though Their Field-work Among Primitive Peoples Has Often Made Them Forget The Language Of Science.

Where Nature With Accustomed Round Sweeps And Garnishes The Ground With Kindly Beauty, Warm Or Cold Alternate Seasons Never Old: Heathen, How Furiously You Rage, Cursing This Blood And Brimstone Age, How Furiously Against Your Will You Kill And Kill Again, And Kill: All Thought Of Peace Behind You Cast, Till Like Small Boys With Fear Aghast, Each Cries For God To Understand, 'i Could Not Help It, It Was My Hand.