Who Knows But The World May End

God Smiles As He Has Always Smiled; Ere Suns And Moons Could Wax And Wane, Ere Stars Were Thundergirt, Or Piled The Heavens, God Thought On Me His Child; Ordained A Life For Me, Arrayed Its Circumstances, Every One To The Minutest; Ay, God Said This Head This Hand Should Rest Upon Thus, Ere He Fashioned Star Or Sun.

When The Liquor's Out, Why Clink The Cannikin?

Open My Heart, And You Will See Graved Inside Of It ‘italy.'

Generations Pass While Some Tree Stands, And Old Families Last Not Three Oaks.

'tis Well Averred, A Scientific Faith's Absurd.