Pluck Not The Wayside Flower; It Is

Round The World And Home Again, That's The Sailor's Way!

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

Four Ducks On A Pond, / A Grass-bank Beyond, / A Blue Sky Of Spring, / White Clouds On The Wing: / What A Little Thing / To Remember For Years - / To Remember With Tears!.

I Have Been An "official" All My Life, Without The Least Turn For It. I Never Could Attain A True Official Manner, Which Is Highly Artificial And Handles Trifles With Ludicrously Disproportionate Gravity.

Autumn's The Mellow Time.