The Lily Is All In White, Like

My Books Kept Me From The Ring, The Dog-pit, The Tavern, And The Saloon.

Half Of The Failures In Life Come From Pulling One's Horse When He Is Leaping.

The Lily Is All In White, Like A Saint, And So Is No Mate For Me.

Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright And Yellow, Hard And Cold!

Frost Is The Greatest Artist In Our Clime - He Paints In Nature And Describes In Rime.