Analysis Is Carried Into Everything. Even Deity

And The Choice Goes By Forever 'twixt That Darkness And That Light.

The Dandelions And Buttercups Gild All The Lawn: The Drowsy Bee Stumbles Among The Clover Tops, And Summer Sweetens All To Me.

If Youth Be A Defect, It Is One That We Outgrow Only Too Soon.

Who's Not Sat Tense Before His Own Heart's Curtain.

Tis Easy Now For The Heart To Be True As For Grass To Be Green Or Skies To Be Blue-- 'tis The Natural Way Of Living.