Tears Are Summer Showers To The Soul.

Imagination In Poetry, As Distinguished From Mere Fancy Is The Transfiguring Of The Real Or Actual To The Ideal.

We Are All Alike, And We Love To Keep Passion Aglow At Our Feet, Like One That Sitteth In Shade And Complacently Smiles At The Heat.

Tears Are Summer Showers To The Soul.

We Come From The Earth, We Return To The Earth, And In Between We Garden.

Exclusiveness In A Garden Is A Mistake As Great As It Is In Society.