Tis Not That Dieing Hurts Us So-

God's Little Blond Blessing We Have Long Deemed You, And Hope His So-called Will Will Not Compel Him To Revoke You.

A Dim Capacity For Wings Demeans The Dress I Wear.

To Venerate The Simple Days Which Lead The Seasons By, Needs But To Remember That From You Or I They May Take The Trifle Termed Mortality!

I Hope You Love Birds Too. It Is Economical. It Saves Going To Heaven.

A Great Hope Fell You Heard No Noise The Ruin Was Within.