Smiling The Boy Fell Dead.

But God Has A Few Of Us To Whom He Whispers In The Ear; The Rest May Reason And Welcome; 'tis We Musicians Know.

A People Is But The Attempt Of Many To Rise To The Completer Life Of One; And Those Who Live As Models For The Mass Are Singly Of More Value Than They All.

In God's Good Time, Which Does Not Always Fall On Saturday When The World Looks For Wages.

Once More On My Adventure Brave And New.

O World, As God Has Made It! All Is Beauty.