The Career Of Flowers Differs From Ours

Speech Is One Symptom Of Affection; And Silence One; The Perfect Communication Is Heard Of None.

How Much Can Come And Much Can Go, And Yet Abide The World!

A Precious, Mouldering Pleasure 't Is, To Meet An Antique Book, In Just The Dress His Century Wore; A Privilege I Think.

Tell All The Truth But Tell It Slant-- Success In Circuit Lies Too Bright For Our Infirm Delight The Truth's Superb Surprise As Lightning To The Children Eased With Explanation Kind The Truth Must Dazzle Gradually Or Every Man Be Blind--

Victory Comes Late-- And Is Held Low To Freezing Lips-- Too Rapt With Frost To Take It