Catch From The Board Of Beauty/ Such

[on Going To Sunday School:] It Looks Like Rain, And I Hope It Will Rain Cats And Dogs And Hammers And Pitchforks And Silver Sugar Spoons And Hay Ricks And Paper-covered Novels And Picture Frames And Rag Carpets And Toothpicks And Skating Rinks And Birds Of Paradise And Roof Gardens And Burdocks And French Grammars Before Sunday School Time.

Beauty Is Whatever Gives Joy.

If I Could Have Two Things In One: The Peace Of The Grave, And The Light Of The Sun.

Tiresome Heart, Forever Living And Dying, House Without Air, I Leave You And Lock Your Door. Wild Swans, Come Over The Town, Come Over The Town Again, Trailing Your Legs And Crying!

She Learned Her Hands In A Fairy-tale, And Her Mouth On A Valentine.