A Moment's Thinking Is An Hour In

Frost Is The Greatest Artist In Our Clime - He Paints In Nature And Describes In Rime.

Oh, If It Be To Choose And Call Thee Mine, Love, Thou Art Every Day My Valentine!

Extremes Meet', As The Whiting Said With Its Tail In Its Mouth.

How Bless'd The Heart That Has A Friend. A Sympathizing Ear To Lend.

No Sun, No Moon, No Morn, No Noon, No Dawn, No Dusk, No Proper Time Of Day, . . . . . . No Road, No Street, No T' Other Side The Way, . . . . . . No Shade, No Shine, No Butterflies, No Bees, No Fruits, No Flowers, No Leaves, No Buds.