As a small businessperson, you have no greater leverage than the truth.

Man is more than constitutions.

Leaning on Him, make with reverent meekness His own thy will.

What moistens the lip and what brightens the eye? What calls back the past like the rich pumpkin pie?

Through the open door A drowsy smell of flowers -grey heliotrope And white sweet clover, and shy mignonette Comes fairly in, and silent chorus leads To the pervading symphony of Peace.

And step by step, since time began, I see the steady gain of man.

This is truth the poet sings . . .