Look Not Down But Up!

Where The Apple Reddens Never Pry - Lest We Lose Our Edens, Eve And I.

Into The Street The Piper Stepped, Smiling First A Little Smile As If He Knew What Magic Slept In His Quiet Pipe The While. And The Piper Advanced And The Children Followed.

Inscribe All Human Effort With One Word, Artistry's Haunting Curse, The Incomplete!

Time'swheelsrunsbackor Stops: Potterand Clayendure.

We Shall March Prospering,-not Thro' His Presence; Songs May Inspirit Us,-not From His Lyre; Deeds Will Be Done,-while He Boasts His Quiescence, Still Bidding Crouch Whom The Rest Bade Aspire.