The Day Is Done; And Slowly From

It Has Done Me Good To Be Somewhat Parched By The Heat And Drenched By The Rain Of Life.

The Emigrant's Way O'er The Western Desert Is Mark'd By Camp-fires Long Consum'd And Bones That Bleach In The Sunshine.

To Say The Least, A Town Life Makes One More Tolerant And Liberal In One's Judgment Of Others.

Gorgeous Flowerets In The Sunlight Shining, Blossoms Flaunting In The Eye Of Day, Tremulous Leaves, With Soft And Silver Lining, Buds That Open Only To Decay.

From Dust Thou Art To Dust Returneth, Was Not Spoken Of The Soul.