Apothegms Form A Short Cut To Much

No Shade, No Shine, No Butterflies, No Bees, No Fruits, No Flowers, No Leaves, No Birds - November!

How Bless'd The Heart That Has A Friend. A Sympathizing Ear To Lend.

Oh, If It Be To Choose And Call Thee Mine, Love, Thou Art Every Day My Valentine!

I Remember, I Remember The Roses, Red And White, The Violets, And The Lily-cups, Those Flowers Made Of Light! The Lilacs, Where The Robin Built, And Where My Brother Set The Laburmum On His Birthday,- The Tree Is Living Yet.

Extremes Meet', As The Whiting Said With Its Tail In Its Mouth.