Love Is The Art Of Hearts, And

Kindness Is Wisdom. There Is None In Life But Needs It And May Learn.

Where Imperfection Ceaseth, Heaven Begins.

Grief Hallows Hearts, Even While It Ages Heads.

As The Master So The Valet.

See The Gold Sunshine Patching, And Streaming And Streaking Across The Gray-green Oaks; And Catching, By Its Soft Brown Beard, The Moss.