Such Ever Was Love's Way: To Rise,

Motherhood: All Love Begins And Ends There.

Truth Never Hurt The Teller.

Hand Grasps At Hand, Eye Lights Eye In Good Friendship, And Great Hearts Expand And Grow One In The Sense Of This World's Life.

And Let Them Pass, As They Will Too Soon, With The Bean-flowers' Boon, And The Blackbird's Tune, And May, And June!

But Little Do Or Can The Best Of Us: That Little Is Achieved Through Liberty.