The Chance Is The Remotest, Of Its

I Do Not See Why I Should E’er Turn Back, Or Those Should Not Set Forth Upon My Track To Overtake Me, Who Should Miss Me Here And Long To Know If Still I Held Them Dear. They Would Not Find Me Changed From Him They Knew — Only More Sure Of All I Thought Was True.

A Poem May Be Worked Over Once It Is In Being, But May Not Be Worried Into Being.

There's Nothing I'm Afraid Of Like Scared People.

The Nearest Friends Can Go With Anyone To Death, Comes So Far Short They Might As Well Not Try To Go At All.

I Go To School The Youth To Learn The Future.