The Best Of Friends Fall Out, And

He Lies Like A Hedgehog Rolled Up The Wrong Way, Tormenting Himself With His Prickles.

A Moment's Thinking Is An Hour In Words.

I Remember, I Remember The Roses, Red And White, The Violets, And The Lily-cups, Those Flowers Made Of Light! The Lilacs, Where The Robin Built, And Where My Brother Set The Laburmum On His Birthday,- The Tree Is Living Yet.

The Lily Is All In White, Like A Saint, And So Is No Mate For Me.

Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright And Yellow, Hard And Cold!