Oh, The Little Birds Sang East, And

Earth's Crammed With Heaven.

If Thou Must Love Me, Let It Be For Naught Except For Love's Sake Only.

He Who Breathes Deepest Lives Most.

I Love Thee To The Depth And Breadth And Height My Soul Can Reach.

We Get No Good By Being Ungenerous, Even To A Book, And Calculating Profits--so Much Help By So Much Reading. It Is Rather When We Gloriously Forget Ourselves, And Plunge Soul-forward, Headlong, Into A Book's Profound, Impassioned For Its Beauty, And Salt Of Truth-- 'tis Then We Get The Right Good From A Book.