I Have Struck A City - A

If You Can Wait And Not Be Tired Of Waiting, Or Being Lied About, Don't Deal In Lies. Or Being Hated, Don't Give Way To Hating, And Yet Don't Look Too Good, Nor Talk Too Wise.

Teach Us Delight In Simple Things, And Mirth That Has No Bitter Springs.

A Thin Grey Fog Hung Over The City, And The Streets Were Very Cold; For Summer Was In England.

He Became An Officer And A Gentleman, Which Is An Enviable Thing.

When Man Has Come To The Turnstiles Of Night, All The Creeds In The World Seem To Him Wonderfully Alike And Colorless.