Clouds Rosy-Tinted In The Setting Sun, Depths Of The Azure Eastern Sky Between, Plains Where The Poplar-Bordered Highways Run, Patched With A Hundred Tints Of Brown And Green, - Beauty Of Earth, When In Thy Harmonies The Cannon'S Note Has Ceased To Be A Part, I Shall Return Once More And Bring To These The Worship Of An Undivided Heart. Of Those Sweet Potentialities That Wait For My Heart'S Deep Desire To Fecundate I Shall Resume The Search, If Fortune Grants; And The Great Cities Of The World Shall Yet Be Golden Frames For Me In Which To Set New Masterpieces Of More Rare Romance.