Large, Musing Eyes, Neither Joyous Nor Sorry.

Love That Endures, From Life That Disappears!

Let Us Be Content To Work To Do The Things We Can, And Not Presume To Fret Because It's Little.

May The Good God Pardon All Good Men.

Whatever's Lost, It First Was Won.

In This Abundant Earth No Doubt Is Little Room For Things Worn Out: Disdain Them, Break Them, Throw Them By! And If Before The Days Grew Rough We Once Were Lov'd, Us'd -- Well Enough, I Think, We've Far'd, My Heart And I.