When we think of his lone effort to live and its bleak reward, the mind turns to the myth "for His mercy endureth forever," with confiding revulsion.
How frugal is the chariot that bears a human soul.
To see the Summer Sky Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie— True Poems flee—
Hold dear to your parents for it is a scary and confusing world without them.
An ear can break a human heart As quickly as a spear, We wish the ear had not a heart So dangerously near.
Faith is a fine invention When gentlemen can see, But microscopes are prudent In an emergency.