'twas Easter-sunday. The Full-blossomed Trees Filled All

Prayer Is Innocence's Friend; And Willingly Flieth Incessant 'twist The Earth And The Sky, The Carrier-pigeon Of Heaven.

By Unseen Hands Uplifted In The Light Of Sunset, Yonder Solitary Cloud Floats, With Its White Apparel Blown Abroad, And Wafted Up To Heaven.

Trouble Is The Next Best Thing To Enjoyment; There Is No Fate In The World So Horrible As To Have No Share In Either Its Joys Or Sorrows.

Happy Art Thou, As If Every Day Thou Hadst Picked Up A Horseshoe.

The Lowest Ebb Is The Turn Of The Tide.