As Every Man Is Hunted By His

Headwinds Are Sore Vexations And The More Passengers The Sorer.

In The Presence Of Nature, A Wild Delight Runs Through The Man, In Spite Of Real Sorrows.

There Is No God Dare Wrong A Worm.

When Summer Opens, I See How Fast It Matures, And Fear It Will Be Short; But After The Heats Of July And August, I Am Reconciled, Like One Who Has Had His Swing, To The Cool Of Autumn.

There Is Nothing In History To Parallel The Influence Of Jesus Christ.