The Undressed Is Vulgar; The Nude Is

A Mortgage Casts A Shadow On The Sunniest Field.

In The Night Of Death, Hope Sees A Star, And Listening Love Can Hear The Rustle Of A Wing.

It Cannot Be Too Often Repeated, That Truth Scorns The Assistance Of Miracle.

The Man Who Finds A Truth Lights A Torch.

Every Flower About A House Certifies To The Refinement Of Somebody. Every Vine Climbing And Blossoming Tells Of Love And Joy