Nor Myrtle--which Means Chiefly Love: And Love

There's Nothing Great Nor Small, Has Said A Poet Of Our Day, Whose Voice Will Ring Beyond The Curfew Of Eve And Not Be Thrown Out By The Matin's Bell.

New Angel Mine, Unhoped For In The World!

The Large White Owl That With Eye Is Blind, That Hath Sate For Years In The Old Tree Hollow, Is Carried Away In A Gust Of Wind.

Who So Loves Believes The Impossible.

God Only, Who Made Us Rich, Can Make Us Poor.