Write Me Of Hope And Love, And

Bring Me The Sunset In A Cup.

To Make A Prairie It Takes A Clover And One Bee, -

God Is Indeed A Jealous God. He Cannot Bear To See, That We Had Rather Not With Him, But With Each Other Play.

Banish Air From Air Divide Light If You Dare

Not One Of All The Purple Host Who Took The Flag To-day Can Tell The Definition So Clear Of Victory, As He, Defeated, Dying, On Whose Forbidden Ear The Distant Strains Of Triumph Break Agonized And Clear.