And The Tear That We Shed, Though

Not If I Know Myself At All.

No Eye To Watch, And No Tongue To Wound Us, All Earth Forgot, And All Heaven Around Us.

Mother's Love Grows By Giving.

I Give Thee All,-i Can No More, Though Poor The Off'ring Be; My Heart And Lute Are All The Store That I Can Bring To Thee.

He Has Left Off Reading Altogether, To The Great Improvement Of His Originality.