So May Heaven's Grace Clear Away The

But If, As Morning Rises, Dreams Are True.

Here Let Dead Poetry Rise Once More To Life.

There Are Souls Beneath That Water. Fixed In Slimethey Speak Their Piece, End It, And Start Again:'sullen Were We In The Air Made Sweet By The Sun;in The Glory Of His Shining Our Hearts Poureda Bitter Smoke. Sullen Were We Begun;sullen We Lie Forever In This Ditch.'this Litany They Gargle In Their Throatsas If They Sand, But Lacked The Words And Pitch.

Small Projects Need Much More Help Than Great.

No One Thinks Of How Much Blood It Costs.