We Wear The Mask That Grins And

This, This Indeed Is To Be Accursed, For If We Mortals Love, Or If We Sing, We Count Our Joys Not By What We Have, But By What Kept Us From That Perfect Thing.

The Age Is Materialistic. Verse Isn't. I Must Be With The Age, So I Am Writing Prose.

What Joe Hamilton Lacked More Than Anything Else In The World Was Some One To Kick Him. Many A Man Who Might Have Lived Decently And Become A Fairly Respectable Citizen Has Gone To The Dogs For The Want Of Some One To Administer A Good Resounding Kick At The Right Time. It Is Corrective And Clarifying.

Slight Was The Thing I Bought, Small Was The Debt I Thought, Poor Was The Loan At Best - God! But The Interest!

Oh, How With More Than Dreams The Soul Is Torn, Ere Sleep Comes Down To Soothe The Weary Eyes.