They Whom Truth And Wisdom Lead, Can

There Is In Souls A Sympathy With Sounds.

They Whom Truth And Wisdom Lead, Can Gather Honey From A Weed.

We Bear Our Shades About Us; Self-deprived Of Other Screen, The Thin Umbrella Spread, And Range An Indian Waste Without A Tree.

I Pity Them Greatly, But I Must Be Mum, For How Could We Do Without Sugar And Rum?

A Self-made Man? Yes, And One Who Worships His Creator.