Best Be Yourself, Imperial, Plain, And True.

You Should Not Take A Fellow Eight Years Old And Make Him Swear To Never Kiss The Girls.

Sorrow, The Heart Must Bear, Sits In The Home Of Each, Conspicuous There. Many A Circumstance, At Least, Touches The Very Breast. For Those Whom Any Sent Away,--he Knows: And In The Live Man's Stead, Armor And Ashes Reach The House Of Each.

Grow Old With Me! The Best Is Yet To Be.

'tis Only When They Spring To Heaven That Angels Reveal Themselves To You.

But What If I Fail Of My Purpose Here? It Is But To Keep The Nerves At Strain, To Dry One's Eyes And Laugh At A Fall, And Baffled, Get Up And Begin Again.