And All Winds Go Sighing For Sweet

The Violets Whisper From The Shade Which Their Own Leaves Have Made: Men Scent Our Fragrance On The Air, Yet Take No Heed Of Humble Lessons We Would Read.

Love Is Like A Rose, The Joy Of All The Earth.

A Man Is Ever Apt To Contemplate Himself Out Of All Proportion To His Surroundings.

One Day In The Country Is Worth A Month In Town

My Life Is Like A Faded Leaf, My Harvest Dwindled To A Husk: Truly My Life Is Void And Brief And Tedious In The Barren Dusk; My Life Is Like A Frozen Thing, No Bud Nor Greenness Can I See: Yet Rise It Shall - The Sap Of Spring; O Jesus, Rise In Me.