Sweet Are The Little Brooks That Run

Some Sigh For This And That; My Wishes Don't Go Far; The World May Wag At Will, So I Have My Cigar.

I Saw Old Autumn In The Misty Morn Stand Shadowless Like Silence, Listening To Silence.

How Bless'd The Heart That Has A Friend. A Sympathizing Ear To Lend.

Some Minds Improve By Travel, Others, Rather, Resemble Copper Wire, Or Brass, Which Get The Narrower By Going Farther.

I Remember, I Remember, The House Where I Was Born, The Little Window Where The Sun Came Peeping In At Morn.