It Is Easy To Work When The

I Cannot Help Esteem The 'bird Within The Hand' Superior To The One The 'bush' May Yield Me Or May Not Too Late To Choose Again

Portrait The World Spreads Out On Either Side No Farther Than The Heart Is Wide.

The Older I Grow The More Do I Love Spring And Spring Flowers. Is It So With You?

It Is Finished, Is Never Said Of Us

The Things That Never Can Come Back, Are Several- Childhood-some Forms Of Hope-the Dead- Though Joys-like Men-may Sometimes Make A Journey- And Still Abide-.