Every One Soon Or Late Comes Round

Ah, Love, - You Are My Unutterable Blessing.....i Am In Full Sunshine Now.

All June I Bound The Rose In Sheaves, Now, Rose By Rose, I Strip The Leaves.

What's The Earth With All Its Art, Verse, Music, Worth — Compared With Love, Found, Gained, And Kept?

Lost, Lost! One Moment Knelled The Woe Of Years.

I Write From A Thorough Conviction That It Is The Duty Of Me, And With The Belief That, After Every Drawback And Shortcoming, I Do My Best, All Things Considered--that Is For Me, And, So Being, The Not Being Listened To By One Human Creature Would, I Hope, In Nowise Affect Me.