The tyrant ruler of the world,

From cradle to the grave.

Pa Adam’s prize Apollos

Look to you (It is to laugh)

Their reward for faithful service,

Is Methuselah’s Epitaph.

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RADIO (To H. M.)

Radio of romance,

You

Broadcasting to the universe

All that is most blessed

In all things,

But to me alone

The melody of your Love

Flows through

The artery

Of time and Space,

For unity,

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