Measure Your Mind's Height By The Shade

All Good Things Are Ours, Nor Soul Helps Flesh More, Now, Than Flesh Helps Soul!

All Poetry Is Difficult To Read - The Sense Of It Anyhow.

Sorrow, The Heart Must Bear, Sits In The Home Of Each, Conspicuous There. Many A Circumstance, At Least, Touches The Very Breast. For Those Whom Any Sent Away,--he Knows: And In The Live Man's Stead, Armor And Ashes Reach The House Of Each.

Heart, Fear Nothing, For, Heart, Thou Shalt Find Her- Next Time, Herself!-not The Trouble Behind Her

All Will Be Gay When Noontide Wakes Anew The Buttercups, The Little Children's Dower.