The Poor Too Often Turn Away Unheard,

Simplicity Is The Character Of The Spring Of Life, Costliness Becomes Its Autumn; But A Neatness And Purity, Like That Of The Snow-drop Or Lily Of The Valley, Is The Peculiar Fascination Of Beauty, To Which It Lends Enchantment, And Gives What Amiability Is To The Mind.

O Weary Hearts! O Slumbering Eyes! O Drooping Souls, Whose Destinies Are Fraught With Fear And Pain, Ye Shall Be Loved Again.

Most People Would Succeed In Small Things If They Were Not Troubled With Great Ambitions.

I Stay A Little Longer, As One Stays, To Cover Up The Embers That Still Burn.

Happy Art Thou, As If Every Day Thou Hadst Picked Up A Horseshoe.