A Baby Was Sleeping, Its Mother Was

What Is Wine? It Is The Grape Present In Another Form; Its Essence Is There, Though The Fruit Which Produced It Grew Thousands Of Miles Away, And Perished Years Ago. So The Object Of Many A Tender Thought May Be Spiritually Present, In Defiance Of Space - And Fond Recollections Cherished In Defiance Of Time.

The Neck On Which Diamonds Might Have Worthily Sparkled, Will Look Less Tempting When The Biting Winter Has Hung Icicles There For Gems.

Where's The Snow That Fell The Year That's Fled--where's The Snow?

Circumstances Are The Rulers Of The Weak; They Are But The Instruments Of The Wise.

How Many Chapters Have Been Written About Love Verses - And How Many More Might Be Written! - Might, Would, Could, Should, Or Ought To Be Written! - I Will Venture To Say, Will Be Written!