Pluck Not The Wayside Flower; It Is

One Who Can See Without Seeming To See-- That's An Observer As Good As Three.

Winds And Waters Keepa Hush More Dead Than Any Sleep.

Politeness Costs Nothing. Nothing, That Is, To Him That Shows It; But If Often Costs The World Very Dear.

Pluck Not The Wayside Flower; It Is The Traveler's Dower.

O Spirit Of The Summertime! Bring Back The Roses To The Dells; The Swallow From Her Distant Clime, The Honey-bee From Drowsy Cells. Bring Back The Friendship Of The Sun; The Gilded Evenings, Calm And Late, When Merry Children Homeward Run, And Peeping Stars Bid Lovers Wait. Bring Back The Singing; And The Scent Of Meadowlands At Dewy Prime;- Oh, Bring Again My Heart's Content, Thou Spirit Of The Summertime!