God Only, Who Made Us Rich, Can

The Least Flower, With Brimming Cup, May Stand And Share Its Dew Drop With Another Near.

Why, What Is To Live? Not To Eat And Drink And Breathe,—but To Feel The Life In You Down All The Fibres Of Being, Passionately And Joyfully.

Oh, A Day In The City-square, There Is No Such Pleasure In Life!

A Woman's Pity Sometimes Makes Her Mad.

Neither Love Me For Thine Own Dear Pity's Wiping My Cheeks Dry, A Creature Might Forget To Weep, Who Bore Thy Comfort Long, And Lose Thy Love, Thereby! But Love Me For Love's Sake, That Evermore Thou Mayst Love On, Through Love's Eternity.