Let Bygones Be Bygones.

Spring Is When Life's Alive In Everything.

Not As She Is, But As She Fills His Dream

She Gave Up Beauty In Her Tender Youth, Gave All Her Hope And Joy And Pleasant Ways; She Covered Up Her Eyes Lest They Should Gaze On Vanity, And Chose The Bitter Truth.

And May You Happy Live, And Long Us Bless.

Be The Green Grass Above Me, With Showers And Dewdrops Wet; And If Thou Wilt, Remember, And If Thou Wilt, Forget.