I Never Saw A Moor, I Never

'tis Sweet To Know That Stocks Will Stand When We With Daisies Lie- That Commerce Will Continue- And Trades As Briskly Fly.

Nothing More Do I Ask Than To Share With You The Ecstasy And Sacrament Of My Life.

Eden Is That Old-fashioned House We Dwell In Every Day Without Suspecting Our Abode Until We Drive Away.

Fame Is A Bee It Has A Song - It Has A Sting - Ah, Too, It Has A Wing.

She Died--this Was The Way She Died; And When Her Breath Was Done, Took Up Her Simple Wardrobe And Started For The Sun. Her Little Figure At The Gate The Angels Must Have Spied, Since I Could Never Find Her Upon The Mortal Side.