It Is A Beautiful Trait In The

As Turning The Logs Will Make A Dull Fire Burn, So Change Of Studies A Dull Brain.

One, If By Land, And Two, If By Sea; And I On The Opposite Shore Will Be, Ready To Ride And Spread The Alarm Through Every Middlesex Village And Farm For The Country Folk To Be Up And To Arm.

The Twilight That Surrounds The Border-land Of Old Romance.

I See, But Cannot Reach, The Height That Lies Forever In The Light.

Taste The Joy That Springs From Labor.