My Best Acquaintances Are Those With Whom

The Steeples Swam In Amethyst, The News Like Squirrels Swam.

Had We Less To Say To Those We Love, Perhaps We Should Say It Oftener.

Grant Me, O Lord, A Sunny Mind-thy Windy Will To Bear!

How Very Sad It Is To Have A Confiding Nature, One's Hopes And Feelings Are Quite At The Mercy Of All Who Come Along; And How Very Desirable To Be A Stolid Individual, Whose Hopes And Aspirations Are Safe In One's Waistcoat Pocket, And That A Pocket Indeed, And One Not To Be Picked!

Then, As Horizons Step, Or Noons Report Away,without The Formula Of Sound, It Passes, And We Stay:a Quality Of Loss Affecting Our Content.