One Always Begins To Forgive A Place

In Love Of Home, The Love Of Country Has Its Rise.

Skewered Through And Through With Office-pens, And Bound Hand And Foot With Red Tape.

You Don't Carry In Your Countenance A Letter Of Recommendation.

I Only Ask To Be Free. The Butterflies Are Free.

She Was Too Intent Upon Her Work, And Too Earnest In What She Said, And Too Composed And Quiet Altogether, To Be On The Watch For Any Look He Might Direct Towards Her In Reply; So The Shaft Of His Ungrateful Glance Fell Harmless, And Did Not Wound Her.