Anything More Than The Truth Would Have

And Nothing To Look Backward To With Pride, And Nothing To Look Forward To With Hope.

The Trees That Have It In Their Pent-up Buds To Darken Nature And Be Summer Woods.

Love Has Earth To Which She Clings.

I Believe In Teaching, But I Don’t Believe In Going To School.

I See For Nature No Defeat In One Tree's Overthrow Or For Myself In My Retreat For Yet Another Blow.