As To The Pure Mind All Things

Be Thy Sleep Silent As Night Is, And As Deep.

People Of A Lively Imagination Are Generally Curious, And Always So When A Little In Love.

O Little Feet! That Such Long Years Must Wander On Through Hopes And Fears, Must Ache And Bleed Beneath Your Load; I, Nearer To The Wayside Inn Where Toil Shall Cease And Rest Begin, Am Weary, Thinking Of Your Road!

Oh, What A Glory Doth This World Put On, For Him Who With A Fervent Heart Goes Forth Under The Bright And Glorious Sky, And Looks On Duties Well Performed, And Days Well Spent.

Love Keeps The Cold Out Better Than A Cloak.