I Am More Afraid Of Deserving Criticism

Our Ingress Into The World Was Naked And Bare; Our Progress Through The World Is Trouble And Care.

Thou Shalt Learn The Wisdom Early To Discern True Beauty In Utility.

For The Structure That We Raise, Time Is With Materials Filled; Our To-days And Yesterdays Are The Blocks With Which We Build.

Whatever Poet, Orator, Or Sage May Say Of It, Old Age Is Still Old Age.

Well I Know The Secret Places, And The Nests In Hedge And Tree; At What Doors Are Friendly Faces, In What Hearts Are Thoughts Of Me.