Write Me Of Hope And Love, And

Beauty Crowds Me Till I Die. Beauty, Mercy Have On Me! Yet If I Expire To-day Let It Be In Sight Of Thee!

The Dearest Ones Of Time, The Strongest Friends Of The Soul--books.

Love Can Do All But Raise The Dead.

To Make A Prairie It Takes A Clover And One Bee, -

A Great Hope Fell You Heard No Noise The Ruin Was Within.