My Life Is A Lovely Story, Happy

The Whole World Is A Series Of Miracles, But We're So Used To Them We Call Them Ordinary Things.

Far Away, Where The Swallows Take Refuge In Winter, Lived A King Who Had Eleven Sons And One Daughter, Elise. The Eleven Brothers--they Were All Princes--used To Go To School With Stars On Their Breasts And Swords At Their Sides. They Wrote Upon Golden Slates With Diamond Pencils, And Could Read Just As Well Without A Book As With One, So There Was No Mistake About Their Being Princes. Their Sister Elise Sat Upon A Little Footstool Of Looking-glass, And She Has A Picture-book Which Had Cost The Half Of A Kingdom. Oh, These Children Were Very Happy; But It Was Not To Last Thus Forever.

Mermaids Have No Tears, And So They Suffer All The More.

There Was Once A Merchant Who Was So Rich That He Might Have Paved The Whole Street, And A Little Alley Besides, With Silver Money. But He Didn't Do It--he Knew Better How To Use His Money Than That.

To Be Of Use To The World Is The Only Way To Be Happy.