Grant Me, O Lord, A Sunny Mind-thy

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers That Perches In The Soul - And Sings The Tunes Without The Words - And Never Stops At All.

Noon - Is The Hinge Of Day-.

The Spider As An Artist Has Never Been Employed- Though His Surpassing Merit Is Freely Certified.

We Outgrow Love Like Other Things And Put It In A Drawer, Till It An Antique Fashion Shows Like Costumes Grandsires Wore.

Love Is Anterior To Life, Posterior To Death, Initial Of Creation, And The Exponent Of Breath.