Frost Is The Greatest Artist In Our

So Mayst Thou Live, Dear! Many Years, In All The Bliss That Life Endears

For My Part, Getting Up Seems Not So Easy By Half As Lying.

Extremes Meet', As The Whiting Said With Its Tail In Its Mouth.

To Attempt To Advise Conceited People Is Like Whistling Against The Wind.

Peace And Rest At Length Have Come, All The Day's Long Toil Is Past; And Each Heart Is Whispering, "home, Home At Last!"