The Grave Itself Is But A Covered

The Heart, Like The Mind, Has A Memory. And In It Are Kept The Most Precious Keepsakes.

A Noble Type Of Good. Heroic Womanhood.

Ah, How Skillful Grows The Hand That Obeyeth Love's Command! It Is The Heart, And Not The Brain, That To The Highest Doth Attain, And He Who Followeth Love's Behest Far Excelleth All The Rest!

Sorrow And Silence Are Strong, And Patient Endurance Is Godlike.

Intelligence And Courtesy Not Always Are Combined; Often In A Wooden House A Golden Room We Find.