She Poured A Little Social Sewage Into

That Rarest Gift To Beauty, Common Sense!

A Kiss Is But A Kiss Now! And No Wave Of A Great Flood That Whirls Me To The Sea. But, As You Will! We'll Sit Contentedly, And Eat Our Pot Of Honey On The Grave.

Friendship, I Fancy, Means One Heart Between Two.

The Sun Is Coming Down To Earth, And The Fields And The Waters Shout To Him Golden Shouts.

Prayer For Worldly Goods Is Worse Than Fruitless, But Prayer For Strength Of Soul Is That Passion Of The Soul Which Catches The Gift It Seeks.