Bald as the bare mountain tops are bald, with a baldness full of grandeur.
And each day brings it's pretty dust, Our soon-choked souls to fll And we forget because we must, And not because we will.
To the Bible men will return; and why? Because they cannot do without it.
Wandering between two worlds, one dead, The other powerless to be born.
Saw life steadily and saw it whole.
History - a vast Mississippi of falsehoods