He Lives Most Life Whoever Breathes Most

"there Is No God," The Foolish Saith, But None, "there Is No Sorrow." And Nature Oft The Cry Of Faith In Bitter Need Will Borrow: Eyes Which The Preacher Could Not School, By Wayside Graves Are Raised; And Lips Say, "god Be Pitiful," Who Ne'er Said, "god Be Praised."

Earth's Crammed With Heaven.

Men Get Opinions As Boys Learn To Spell By Reiteration Chiefly.

Too Much Beauty, I Reckon, Is Nothing But Too Much Sun.

But So Fair, She Takes The Breath Of Men Away Who Gaze Upon Her Unaware.