Whatever Poet, Orator, Or Sage May Say

The Air Of Summer Was Sweeter Than Wine.

Kind Messages, That Pass From Land To Land; Kind Letters, That Betray The Heart's Deep History, In Which We Feel The Pressure Of A Hand,-- One Touch Of Fire,--and All The Rest Is Mystery!

Nothing Useless Is, Or Low; Each Thing In Its Place Is Best; And What Seems But Idle Show Strengthens And Supports The Rest.

I Love Thee, As The Good Love Heaven.

The Heart, Like The Mind, Has A Memory. And In It Are Kept The Most Precious Keepsakes.