Stands The Church Clock At Ten To

I Know What Things Are Good: Friendship And Work And Conversation. These I Shall Have.

I Have Need To Busy My Heart With Quietude.

A Kiss Makes The Heart Young Again And Wipes Out The Years.

Blow Out, You Bugles, Over The Rich Dead! There's None Of These So Lonely And Poor Of Old, But, Dying, Has Made Us Rarer Gifts Than Gold.

Fish Say, They Have Their Stream And Pond; But Is There Anything Beyond?