Even Cities Have Their Graves!

The Morning Pouring Everywhere, Its Golden Glory On The Air.

Rule By Patience, Laughing Water!

Being All Fashioned Of The Self-same Dust, Let Us Be Merciful As Well As Just

Every Man Has A Paradise Around Him Till He Sins, And The Angel Of An Accusing Conscience Drives Him From His Eden.

Oh, How Beautiful Is The Summer Night, Which Is Not Night, But A Sunless, Yet Unclouded, Day, Descending Upon Earth With Dews And Shadows And Refreshing Coolness! How Beautiful The Long Mild Twilight, Which, Like A Silver Clasp, Unites Today With Yesterday!