The Simple Life Which Blandly Ignores All

A Little While The Rose, And After That The Thorn; An Hour Of Dewy Morn, And Then The Glamour Goes. Ah, Love In Beauty Born, A Little While The Rose!

A Flawless Cup: How Delicate And Fine The Flowing Curve Of Every Jewelled Line! Look, Turn It Up Or Down, 'tis Perfect Still-- But Holds No Drop Of Life's Heart-warming Wine.

In Warlike Pomp, With Banners Flowing, The Regiments Of Autumn Stood: I Saw Their Gold And Scarlet Glowing From Every Hillside, Every Wood.

Love That Leads Life Upward Is The Noblest And The Best.

Love Is The Heart S Immortal Thirst To Be Completely Known And All Forgiven.