God's Rarest Blessing Is, After All, A

Not Till The Fire Is Dying In The Grate, Look We For Any Kinship With The Stars. Oh, Wisdom Never Comes When It Is Gold, And The Great Price We Paid For It Full Worth: We Have It Only When We Are Half Earth. Little Avails That Coinage To The Old!

We Never Know What's In Us Till We Stand By Ourselves.

Friendship, I Fancy, Means One Heart Between Two.

The Debts We Owe Ourselves Are The Hardest To Pay.

Swift Doth Young Love Flee, And We Stand Wakened, Shivering From Our Dream.