Naught Is Too Small And Soft To

Thou Two-faced Year, Mother Of Change And Fate...

Life's Sharpest Rapture Is Surcease Of Pain.

My Own Curiosity And Interest Are Insatiable.

No Man Had Ever Heard A Nightingale, When Once A Keen-eyed Naturalist Was Stirred To Study And Define -- What Is A Bird.

The Soul, At Peace, Reflects The Peace Without, Forgetting Grief As Sunset Skies Forget The Morning's Transient Shower.