Many Readers Judge Of The Power Of

The Hooded Clouds, Like Friars, Tell Their Beads In Drops Of Rain.

Youth Comes But Once A Life Time. Perhaps, But It Remains Strong In Many For Their Entire Lives.

As The Heart Is, So Is Love To The Heart. It Partakes Of Its Strength Or Weakness, Its Health Or Disease.

The Air Is Full Of Farewells To The Dying. And Mournings For The Dead.

Sit In Reverie And Watch The Changing Color Of The Waves That Break Upon The Idle Seashore Of The Mind.