Alas For The Rarity Of Christian Charity

For My Part, Getting Up Seems Not So Easy By Half As Lying.

My Books Kept Me From The Ring, The Dog-pit, The Tavern, And The Saloon.

I Resolved That, Like The Sun, As Long As My Day Lasted, I Would Look On The Bright Side Of Everything.

She Stood Breast-high Amid The Corn Clasp'd By The Golden Light Of Morn, Like The Sweetheart Of The Sun, Who Many A Glowing Kiss Had Won.

Some Dreams We Have Are Nothing Else But Dreams, Unnatural And Full Of Contradictions; Yet Others Of Our Most Romantic Schemes, Are Something More Than Fictions.