Since When Was Genius Found Respectable?

We Have Hearts Within, Warm, Live, Improvident, Indecent Hearts.

O Pusillanimous Heart, Be Comforted And, Like A Cheerful Traveller, Take The Road Singing Beside The Hedge.

Life Treads On Life, And Heart On Heart; We Press Too Close In Church And Mart To Keep A Dream Or Grave Apart.

But The Child's Sob Curses Deeper In The Silence Than The Strong Man In His Wrath!

Where Christ Brings His Cross He Brings His Presence; And Where He Is None Are Desolate, And There Is No Room For Despair.