Some People Always Sigh In Thanking God.

Light Tomorrow With Today!

Unless You Can Muse In A Crowd All Day On The Absent Face That Fixed You; Unless You Can Love, As The Angels May, With The Breadth Of Heaven Betwixt You; Unless You Can Dream That His Faith Is Fast, Through Behoving And Unbehoving; Unless You Can Die When The Dream Is Past — Oh, Never Call It Loving!

Large, Musing Eyes, Neither Joyous Nor Sorry.

Get Leave To Work In This World,--'tis The Best You Get At All.

You Smell A Rose Through A Fence: If Two Should Smell It, What Matter?