Sweet April! Many A Thought Is Wedded

Then Fell Upon The House A Sudden Gloom, A Shadow On Those Features Fair And Thin. And Softly, From The Hushed And Darkened Room, Two Angels Issued, Where But One Went In.

I Shot An Arrow Into The Air, It Fell To Earth, I Knew Not Where.

If The Mind, That Rules The Body, Ever So Far Forgets Itself As To Trample On Its Slave, The Slave Is Never Generous Enough To Forgive The Injury, But Will Rise And Smite The Oppressor.

Let Him Not Boast Who Puts His Armor On As He Who Puts It Off, The Battle Done.

When One Is Truly In Love, One Not Only Says It, But Shows It.