Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall.

Many A Poem Is Marred By A Superfluous Verse.

What Else Remains For Me? Youth, Hope And Love; To Build A New Life On A Ruined Life.

But The Great Master Said, "i See No Best In Kind, But In Degree; I Gave A Various Gift To Each, To Charm, To Strengthen, And To Teach".

The Dawn Is Not Distant, Nor Is The Night Starless; Love Is Eternal.

As The Heart Is, So Is Love To The Heart. It Partakes Of Its Strength Or Weakness, Its Health Or Disease.