Funny How The New Things Are The

These Are The Four That Are Never Content: That Have Never Been Filled Since The Dew Began- Jacala's Mouth, And The Glut Of The Kite, And The Hands Of The Ape, And The Eyes Of Man.

All Good People Agree, And All Good People Say, All Nice People, Like Us, Are We And Every One Else Is They: But If You Cross Over The Sea, Instead Of Over The Way, You May End By (think Of It!) Looking On We As Only A Sort Of They!

And The End Of The Fight Is Tombstone White With The Name Of The Late Deceased, And The Epitaph Drear, "a Fool Lies Here Who Tried To Hustle The East."

Adam Was A Gardener, And God, Who Made Him, Sees That Half Of All Good Gardening Is Done Upon The Knees.

The Three In One, The One In Three? Not So! To My Own Gods I Go. It May Be They Shall Give Me Greater Ease Than Your Cold Christ And Tangled Trinities.