At sunrise on a first of April, there appeared, suddenly as Manco Capac at the lake Titicaca, a man in cream-colors, at the water-side in the city of St. Louis. Read more
Ah little recks the laborer, How near his work is holding him to God. The loving Laborer through space and time. Whitman, “Song of the Exposition” Read more
Thought:
“I have lost friends, some by death… others by sheer inability to cross the street.”