To Win The Secret Of A Weed's

His Heart Kep' Goin' Pity-pat, But Hern Went Pity-zekle.

The Victory's In Believing.

All God's Angels Come To Us Disguised.

Books Are The Bees Which Carry The Quickening Pollen From One To Another Mind.

Poetry Is Something To Make Us Wiser And Better, By Continually Revealing Those Types Of Beauty And Truth, Which God Has Set In All Men's Souls.