The Person Born With A Talent They

We Are Pantheists When We Study Nature, Polytheists When We Write Poetry, Monotheists In Our Morality.

Over The Trackless Past, Somewhere, Lie The Lost Days Of Our Tropic Youth, Only Regained By Faith And Prayer, Only Recalled By Prayer And Plaint, Each Lost Day Has Its Patron Saint!

Let There Be Truth Between Us.

How To Please The Public - That's The Test, But Nowadays I Find I'm In A Fix; I Know They're Not Accustomed To The Best, But They've All Read So Much They Know The Tricks. How Can We Give Then Something Fresh And New That's Serious, But Entertaining Too?

That Which Is Eternal In Woman Lifts Us Above.