But A Prayer That He Sends From

Oh, How With More Than Dreams The Soul Is Torn, Ere Sleep Comes Down To Soothe The Weary Eyes.

..we Wear The Mask That Grins And Lies, It Hides Our Cheeks And Shades Our Eyes- This Debt We Pay To Human Guile; With Torn And Bleeding Hearts We Smile.

A Minute To Smile And An Hour To Weep In, A Pint Of Joy To A Peck Of Trouble, And Never A Laugh But The Moans Come Double; And That Is Life!

We Reduce The Deity To Vulgar Fractions. We Place Our Own Little Ambitions And Label Them ?divine Messages?. With Our Short Sight We Affect To Take A Comprehensive View Of Eternity.

A Song Fluttered Down In The Form Of A Dove, And It Bore Me A Message, The One Word-love!