If You Once Understand An Author's Character,

Thinking The Deed, And Not The Creed, Would Help Us In Our Utmost Need.

The Swallow Is Come! The Swallow Is Come! O, Fair Are The Seasons, And Light Are The Days That She Brings, With Her Dusky Wings, And Her Bosom Snowy White!

Happy Art Thou, As If Every Day Thou Hadst Picked Up A Horseshoe.

Day Of The Lord, As All Our Days Should Be!

No One Is So Accursed By Fate, No One So Utterly Desolate, But Some Heart Though Unknown Responds Unto His Own.