The Revery Alone Will Do If Bees

Such Is The Force Of Happiness-- The Least Can Lift A Ton Assisted By Its Stimulus.

To Make A Prairie It Takes A Clover And One Bee, -

Drab Habitation Of Whom? Tabernacle Or Tomb - Or Dome Of Worm - Or Porch Of Gnome - Or Some Elf's Catacomb?

Immortal Is An Ample Word When What We Need Is By, But When It Leaves Us For A Time, 'tis A Necessity.

After A Hundred Years Nobody Knows The Place, Agony, That Enacted There, Motionless As Peace.