Does Not The Latent Feeling That Much

Round The World And Home Again, That's The Sailor's Way!

Before A Day Was Over, Home Comes The Rover, For Mother's Kiss - Sweeter This Than Any Other Thing!

A Man Who Keeps A Diary Pays, Due Toll To Many Tedious Days; But Life Becomes Eventful—then, His Busy Hand Forgets The Pen. Most Books, Indeed, Are Records Less Of Fulness Than Of Emptiness.

Oh, Bring Again My Heart's Content, Thou Spirit Of The Summer-time!

Sin We Have Explain'd Away; Unluckily, The Sinners Stay.