The Glory Of The Garden Lies In

The Heart Of A Man To The Heart Of A Maid- Light Of My Tents, Be Fleet- Morning Awaits At The End Of The World, And The World Is All At Our Feet.

There Are Nine-and-sixty Ways Of Constructing Tribal Lays, And Every Single One Of Them Is Right.

Never Praise A Sister To A Sister, In The Hope Of Your Compliments Reaching The Proper Ears, And So Preparing The Way For You Later On. Sisters Are Women First, And Sisters Afterwards; And You Will Find That You Do Yourself Harm.

Yes, Making Mock O' Uniforms That Guard You While You Sleep... For It's Tommy This, An' Tommy That An' Chuck Him Out, The Brute! But It's Saviour Of His Country, When The Guns Begins To Shoot!

Teach Us Delight In Simple Things, And Mirth That Has No Bitter Springs.