Wrecked On The Lee Shore Of Age.

When She Walked...she Stretched Out Long And Thin Like A Little Tiger, And Held Her Head High To Look Over The Grass As If She Were Treading The Jungle.

Wrecked On The Lee Shore Of Age.

Love Isn't Blind; It's Only Love That Sees!

This Was One Of Those Perfect New England Days In Late Summer Where The Spirit Of Autumn Takes A First Stealing Flight, Like A Spy, Through The Ripening Country-side, And, With Feigned Sympathy For Those Who Droop With August Heat, Puts Her Cool Cloak Of Bracing Air About Leaf And Flower And Human Shoulders.

It Is The People Who Can Do Nothing Who Find Nothing To Do, And The Secret To Happiness In This World Is Not Only To Be Useful, But To Be Forever Elevating One's Uses.