For Hard It Is To Keep From

The Father Is Always A Republican Toward His Son, And His Mother's Always A Democrat.

I Dwell With A Strangely Aching Heart In That Vanished Abode There Far Apart

Nature's Never Quite Sure She Hasn't Erred In Her Vague Design.

As It Is More Blessed To Receive, So It Must Be More Blessed To Receive Than To Give Back.

O Hushed October Morning Mild, Thy Leaves Have Ripened To The Fall; Tomorrow's Wind, If It Be Wild, Should Waste Them All. The Crows Above The Forest Call; Tomorrow They May Form And Go. O Hushed October Morning Mild, Begin The Hours Of This Day Slow. Make The Day Seem To Us Less Brief. Hearts Not Averse To Being Beguiled, Beguile Us In The Way You Know. Release One Leaf At Break Of Day; At Noon Release Another Leaf; One From Our Trees, One Far Away.