Where The Apple Reddens Never Pry -

Boot, Saddle, To Horse, And Away!

How Sad And Bad And Mad It Was - But Then, How It Was Sweet

What's The Earth With All Its Art, Verse, Music, Worth — Compared With Love, Found, Gained, And Kept?

He Guides Me And The Bird. In His Good Time!

Might She Have Loved Me? Just As Well She Might Have Hated, Who Can Tell!