His Religion At Best Is An Anxious

We Read Fine Things But Never Feel Them To The Full Until We Have Gone The Same Steps As The Author.

Here Lies One Whose Name Was Writ In Water.

A Thing Of Beauty Is A Joy Forever: Its Loveliness Increases; It Will Never Pass Into Nothingness.

Let Us Open Our Leaves Like A Flower, And Be Passive And Receptive.

Sometimes Goldfinches One By One Will Drop From Low Hung Branches; Little Space They Stop; But Sip, And Twitter, And Their Feathers Sleek; Then Off At Once, As In A Wanton Freak: Or Perhaps, To Show Their Black, And Golden Wings Pausing Upon Their Yellow Flutterings.