Eloquence Is The Poetry Of Prose.

Still Sweet With Blossoms Is The Year's Fresh Prime.

And We Wept That One So Lovely Should Have A Life So Brief.

Look On This Beautiful World, And Read The Truth In Her Fair Page.

The Linden, In The Fervors Of July, Hums With A Louder Concert. When The Wind Sweeps The Broad Forest In Its Summer Prime, As When Some Master-hand Exulting Sweeps The Keys Of Some Great Organ, Ye Give Forth The Music Of The Woodland Depths, A Hymn Of Gladness And Of Thanks.

Loveliest Of Lovely Things Are They, On Earth, That Soonest Pass Away. The Rose That Lives Its Little Hour Is Prized Beyond The Sculptured Flower.