An Angel Visited The Green Earth, And

The Gentle Wind, A Sweet And Passionate Wooer, Kisses The Blushing Leaf.

Even Cities Have Their Graves!

What Heart Has Not Acknowledged The Influence Of This Hour, The Sweet And Soothing Hour Of Twilight, The Hour Of Love, The Hour Of Adoration, The Hour Of Rest, When We Think Of Those We Love Only To Regret That We Have Not Loved Them More Dearly, When We Remember Our Enemies Only To Forgive Them.

I Love An Author The More For Having Been Himself A Lover Of Books.

Enjoy The Spring Of Love And Youth, To Some Good Angel Leave The Rest; For Time Will Teach Thee Soon The Truth, There Are No Birds In Last Year's Nest!