His Heart Kep' Goin' Pity-pat, But Hern

The Heart Forgets Its Sorrow And Ache.

There Is No Good In Arguing With The Inevitable. The Only Argument Available With An East Wind Is To Put On Your Overcoat.

Winds Wanders, And Dews Drip Earthward; Rains Fall, Suns Rise And Set; Earth Whirls, And All But To Prosper A Poor Little Violet.

It Is By Presence Of Mind In Untried Emergencies That The Native Metal Of Man Is Tested.

Here Come The Hum The Golden Bees Underneath Full Blossomed Trees, At Once With Glowing Fruit And Flowers Crowned.