November's Sky Is Chill And Drear, November's

Give Me An Honest Laugher.

On His Bold Visage Middle Age Had Slightly Press'd Its Signet Sage, Yet Had Not Quench'd The Open Truth And Fiery Vehemence Of Youth: Forward And Frolic Glee Was There, The Will To Do, The Soul To Dare.

For Love Is Heaven And Heaven Is Love.

What Skilful Limner E'er Would Choose To Paint The Rainbow's Varying Hues, Unless To Mortal It Were Given To Dip His Brush In Dyes Of Heaven?

Mankind — The Race Would Perish Did They Cease To Aid Each Other.