Spring's First Conviction Is A Wealth Beyond

Fortune Befriends The Bold.

The Older I Grow The More Do I Love Spring And Spring Flowers. Is It So With You?

His Cheek Is His Biographer- As Long As He Can Blush.

I Would Paint A Portrait Which Would Bring The Tears, Had I Canvas For It, And The Scene Should Be -- Solitude, And The Figures -- Solitude -- And The Lights And Shades, Each A Solitude.

I Had A Terror-since September -i Could Tell To None-and So I Sing, As The Boy Does By The Burying Ground-because I Am Afraid.