And he who gives a child a treat Makes joy-bells ring in Heaven's street, And he who gives a child a home Builds palaces in Kingdom come, And she who gives a baby birth Brings Saviour Christ again to Earth.

It is too maddening. I've got to fly off, right now, to some devilish navy yard, 3 hours in a seasick steamer, & after being heartily sick, I'll have to speak 3 times, & then be sick coming home. Still, who would not be sick for England?

My road leads me seawards To the white dipping sails.

The days that make us happy make us wise

It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries.

Life, a beauty chased by tragic laughter.

His face was filled with broken commandments.