Hope . . . Never Stops At

'arcturus' Is His Other Name- I'd Rather Call Him 'star.' It's Very Mean Of Science To Go And Interfere!

Dying Is A Wild Night And A New Road.

Mirth Is The Mail Of Anguish --

The Morns Are Meeker Than They Were, The Nuts Are Getting Brown; The Berry's Cheek Is Plumper, The Rose Is Out Of Town. The Maple Wears A Gayer Scarf, The Field A Scarlet Gown. Lest I Should Be Old-fashioned, I'll Put A Trinket On.

The Truth Dazzles Gradually, Or Else The World Would Be Blind.