Reproof On Her Lip, But A Smile

Come Live In My Heart, And Pay No Rent.

To Return After Long Years Of Painful Absence To Some Place Which Has Been The Scene Of Our Former Joys, And Whence The Force Of Circumstance, And Not Choice, Has Driven Us, Is Oppressive To The Heart.

There Was A Place In Childhood That I Remember Well, And There A Voice Of Sweetest Tone Bright Fairy Tales Did Tell.

Circumstances Are The Rulers Of The Weak; They Are But The Instruments Of The Wise.

Where's The Snow That Fell The Year That's Fled--where's The Snow?