Love Is A Bodily Shape; And Christian

What Else Remains For Me? Youth, Hope And Love; To Build A New Life On A Ruined Life.

Every Man Has His Secret Sorrows.

Think Of Your Woods And Orchards Without Birds! Of Empty Nests That Cling To Boughs And Beams As In An Idiot's Brain Remembered Words Hang Empty 'mid The Cobwebs Of His Dreams!

By The Shore Of Gitche Gumee, By The Shining Big-sea-water, At The Doorway Of His Wigwam, In The Pleasant Summer Morning, Hiawatha Stood And Waited.

The Greatest Grace Of A Gift, Perhaps, Is That It Anticipates And Admits Of No Return.