Still More Labyrinthine Buds The Rose.

Lost, Lost! One Moment Knelled The Woe Of Years.

Grow Old Along With Me! The Best Is Yet To Be, The Last Of Life, For Which The First Was Made. Our Times Are In His Hand Who Saith, 'a Whole I Planned, Youth Shows But Half; Trust God: See All, Nor Be Afraid!

Of What I Call God, And Fools Call Nature.

Ah, Love, - You Are My Unutterable Blessing.....i Am In Full Sunshine Now.

You Should Not Take A Fellow Eight Years Old And Make Him Swear To Never Kiss The Girls.