O Have A Care Of Natures That

God's Rarest Blessing Is, After All, A Good Woman!

O Have A Care Of Natures That Are Mute!

I Know Him, February's Thrush, And Loud At Eve He Valentines On Sprays That Paw The Naked Bush Where Soon Will Sprout The Thorns And Bines.

A Human Act Once Set In Motion Flows On Forever To The Great Account. Our Deathlessness Is In What We Do, Not In What We Are.

The Man Of Science Is Nothing If Not A Poet Gone Wrong.