One day I shall burst my bud of calm and blossom into hysteria.

Heaven gives its glimpses only to those<br>Not in position to look too close.

For God himself the height of feeling free<br>Must have been His success in simile<br>When at sight of you He thought of me.

In fetid darkness still to live and run--<br>And all for nothing it had ever done<br>Except forget to go in fear perhaps.<br>No one would know except for ancient maps<br>That such a brook ran water.

If it is with outer seriousness$$$ it must be with inner humor. If it is with outer humor$$$ it must be with inner seriousness. Neither one alone without the other under it will do.

Too long I've owed you this apology<br>For the apparently unmeaning sorrow<br>You were afflicted with in those old days.<br>But it was of the essence of the trial<br>You shouldn't understand it at the time.

You can be a little ungrammatical if you come from the right part of the country.

So when at times the mob is swayed<br>To carry praise or blame too far$$$<br>We may choose something like a star<br>To stay our minds on and be staid.

What is done is done for the love of it- or not really done at all.

The worst disease which can afflict executives in their work is not$$$ as popularly supposed$$$ alcoholism; it's egotism.