The Figure A Poem Makes. It Begins

And Nothing To Look Backward To With Pride, And Nothing To Look Forward To With Hope.

Oh, Give Us Pleasure In The Orch-ard White, Like Nothing Else By Day, Like Ghosts By Night.

A Person Will Sometimes Devote All His Life To The Development Of One Part Of His Body - The Wishbone.

The Footpath Down To The Well Is Healed.

Love Is An Irresistible Desire To Be Irresistibly Desired.