I Dwell In Possibilities .

The Heart Asks Pleasure--first-- And Then--excuse From Pain

Somewhere In My Soul A Thought Went Up In My Mind Today That I Have Had Before, But Did Not Finish, Some Way Back, I Could Not Fix The Year. Nor Where It Went, Nor Why It Came The Second Time To Me, Nor Definetly What It Was, Have I The Art To Say. But Somewhere In My Soul, I Know I've Met The Thing Before; It Just Reminded Me-' Twas All'-and Came My Way No More.

Nothing More Do I Ask Than To Share With You The Ecstasy And Sacrament Of My Life.

My Friends Are My Estate.

I Hope You Love Birds Too. It Is Economical. It Saves Going To Heaven.