Boot, Saddle, To Horse, And Away!

O Lyric Love, Half Angel And Half Bird. And All A Wonder And A Wild Desire.

What I Aspired To Be And Was Not, Comforts Me.

But What If I Fail Of My Purpose Here? It Is But To Keep The Nerves At Strain, To Dry One's Eyes And Laugh At A Fall, And Baffled, Get Up And Begin Again.

There Are Those Who Believe Something, And Therefore Will Tolerate Nothing; And On The Other Hand, Those Who Tolerate Everything, Because They Believe Nothing.

What So Wild As Words Are?