If I were a cassowary on the plains of Timbuctoo, I would eat a missionary, Cassock, band, and hymn-book too !...

Dear Lord and Father of mankind,
Forgive our foolish ways !
Re-clothe us in our rightful mind,
In purer lives thy service find...


For all of sad words of tongue or pen,
The saddest are these:
"It might have been!"