Jasmine Is Sweet, And Has Many Loves.

And There Is Even A Happiness That Makes The Heart Afraid.

Frost Is The Greatest Artist In Our Clime - He Paints In Nature And Describes In Rime.

A Moment's Thinking Is An Hour In Words.

Father Of Rosy Day, No More Thy Clouds Of Incense Rise; But Waking Flow'rs, At Morning Hours, Give Out Their Sweets To Meet Thee In The Skies.

How Widely Its Agencies Vary,- To Save, To Ruin, To Curse, To Bless,- As Even Its Minted Coins Express, Now Stamp'd With The Image Of Good Queen Bess, And Now Of A Bloody Mary.