A Man That's Fond Precociously Of Stirring

Comfort And Indolence Are Cronies.

A Name, It Has More Than Nominal Worth, And Belongs To Good Or Bad Luck At Birth

A Man That's Fond Precociously Of Stirring , :;:; Must Be A Spoon.

The Lily Is All In White, Like A Saint, And So Is No Mate For Me.

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.