Everybody Has Won, And All Must Have

Do You Hear The Snow Against The Windowpanes, Kitty? How Nice And Soft It Sounds! Just As If Some One Was Kissing The Window All Over Outside. I Wonder If The Snow Loves The Trees And Fields, That It Kisses Them So Gently? And Then It Covers Them Up Snug, You Know, With A White Quilt; And Perhaps It Says, 'go To Sleep, Darlings, Till The Summer Comes Again.' And When They Wake Up In The Summer, Kitty, They Dress Themselves All In Green, And Dance About - Whenever The Wind Blows.

You're Thinking About Something, My Dear, And That Makes You Forget To Talk.

You Won't Make Yourself A Bit Realer By Crying.

All Too Soon Will Childhood Gay Realise Life's Sober Sadness. Let's Be Merry While We May, Innocent And Happy Fay! Elves Were Made For Gladness!

First, I Hate All Theological Controversy: It Is Wearing To The Temper, And Is I Believe (at All Events When Viva Voce) Worse Than Useless.