An Ounce Of Mother Is Worth A

I Keep Six Honest Serving Men.

The Toad Beneath The Harrow Knows Exactly Where Each Tooth Point Goes.

Ah! What Avails The Classic Bent And What The Cultured Word, Against The Undoctored Incident That Actually Occurred? And What Is Art Whereto We Press Through Paint And Prose And Rhyme- When Nature In Her Nakedness Defeats Us Every Time?

Who Has Smelled The Woodsmoke At Twilight, Who Has Seen The Campfire Burning, Who Is Quick To Read The Noises Of The Night?

It'is Like A Book, I Think, This Bloomin' World.