My soul; be not undeterred, to find... Myrrh, frankincense or precious, gold: A swaddling fever to rein out the cold, Truth; dare not I, not; agonize mankind.
If beauty could let' her love to me' Like the white buds on a magnolia tree What a nature in my soul there would be What a freedom in my breast for thee Could I in truth set wing flung free...
Curiously, I once heard music where there was none! this I perceived when -two deaf and dumb, young lovers were caught-up in an all embracing kiss. After which they spoke in sign,
The garden is a living cell A Monet' of color And still reflexion! It's life is moving But still like the sun, Forever in dusk or dawn: A theater of hearts Beating as one
I live in a cardboard box On my hands and knees, It isn’t much; but I’m, easily, pleased. Pay a denomination, If it pleases, you! Have some faith, Have some mercy,
