Colors Are The Smiles Of Nature. When

Tears And Sorrows And Losses Are A Part Of What Must Be Experienced In This Present State Of Life: Some For Our Manifest Good, And Ail, Therefore, It Is Trusted, For Our Good Concealed;--for Our Final And Greatest Good.

Green Little Vaulter, In The Sunny Grass, Catching Your Heart Up At The Feel Of June, Sole Noise That's Heard Amidst The Lazy Noon, When Ev'n The Bees Lag At The Summoning Brass.

Music Is The Medicine Of The Breaking Heart.

A Large Bare Forehead Gives A Woman A Masculine And Defying Look. The Word "effrontery" Comes From It. The Hair Should Be Brought Over Such A Forehead As Vines Are Trailed Over A Wall.

I Entrench Myself In My Books Equally Against Sorrow And The Weather.