We Overstate The Ills Of Life, And

I Would Build A Cloudy House For My Thoughts To Live In; When For Earth Too Fancy-loose And Too Low For Heaven! Hush! I Talk My Dream Aloud - I Build It Bright To See, - I Build It On The Moonlit Cloud, To Which I Looked With Thee.

O Pusillanimous Heart, Be Comforted And, Like A Cheerful Traveller, Take The Road Singing Beside The Hedge.

New Angel Mine, Unhoped For In The World!

Death Forerunneth Love To Win "sweetest Eyes Were Ever Seen."

So Mothers Have God's License To Be Missed.