The Goof Man, In Dealing With His

The Young Men Were Born With Knives In Their Brain, A Tendency To Introversion, Self-dissection, Anatomizing Of Motives.

Sooner Or Later That Which Is Now Life Shall Be Poetry, And Every Fair And Manly Trait Shall Add A Richer Strain To The Song.

When Duty Whispers Low, Thou Must, The Youth Replies, I Can.

Art Is A Jealous Mistress.

And Striving To Be Man, The Worm Mounts Through All The Spires Of Form.