They Say That 'home Is Where The

Surgeons Must Be Very Careful When They Take The Knife! Underneath Their Fine Incisions Stirs The Culprit-life!

You Are Out Of The Way Of Temptation And Out Of The Way Of The Tempter - I Didn't Mean To Make You Wicked - But I Was - And Am - And Shall Be - And I Was With You So Much That I Couldn't Help Contaminate.

After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes. The Nerves Sit Ceremonious, Like Tombs.

Noon - Is The Hinge Of Day-.

What Will The Solemn Hemlock- What Will The Oak Tree Say?