Pluck Not The Wayside Flower; It Is

Solitude Is Very Sad, Too Much Company Twice As Bad.

One Who Can See Without Seeming To See-- That's An Observer As Good As Three.

Sin We Have Explain'd Away; Unluckily, The Sinners Stay.

Before A Day Was Over, Home Comes The Rover, For Mother's Kiss - Sweeter This Than Any Other Thing!

Winds And Waters Keepa Hush More Dead Than Any Sleep.