Hope Is The Thing With Feathers That

The Hearts That Never Lean Must Fall.

The Morns Are Meeker Than They Were, The Nuts Are Getting Brown; The Berry's Cheek Is Plumper, The Rose Is Out Of Town. The Maple Wears A Gayer Scarf, The Field A Scarlet Gown. Lest I Should Be Old-fashioned, I'll Put A Trinket On.

That Love Is All There Is, Is All We Know Of Love.

God Gave A Loaf To Every Bird, But Just A Crumb To Me.

Dare You See A Soul At The White Heat?