Still More Labyrinthine Buds The Rose.

But What If I Fail Of My Purpose Here? It Is But To Keep The Nerves At Strain, To Dry One's Eyes And Laugh At A Fall, And Baffled, Get Up And Begin Again.

My Business Is Not To Remake Myself, But To Make The Absolute Best Of What God Made.

How Sad And Bad And Mad It Was - But Then, How It Was Sweet

Outside Are The Storms And Strangers: We — Oh, Close, Safe, Warm Sleep I And She, — I And She!

When Pain Ends, Gain Ends Too.