'tis Only When They Spring To Heaven

If You Get Simple Beauty And Naught Else, You Get About The Best Thing God Invents.

Never Brag, Never Bluster, Never Blush.

Heart, Fear Nothing, For, Heart, Thou Shalt Find Her- Next Time, Herself!-not The Trouble Behind Her

Rats They Fought The Dogs And Killed The Cats, And Bit The Babies In The Cradles, And Ate The Cheeses Out Of The Vats, And Licked The Soup From The Cook's Own Ladles. Split Open The Kegs Of Salted Sprats, Made Nests Inside Men's Sunday Hats, And Even Spoiled The Women's Chats By Drowning Their Speaking With Shrieking And Squeaking In Fifty Different Sharps And Flats.

Who Knows Most, Doubts Most; Entertaining Hope Means Recognizing Fear.