Who Loves A Garden Loves A Greenhouse

Time, As He Passes Us, Has A Dove's Wing, Unsoil'd, And Swift, And Of A Silken Sound.

How Readily We Wish Time Spent Revoked, That We Might Try The Ground Again Where Once--through Inexperience, As We Now Perceive--we Missed That Happiness We Might Have Found!

My Soul Is Sick With Every Day's Report Of Wrong And Outrage With Which Earth Is Filled.

Though Peace Be Made, Yet It's Interest That Keep Peace.

A Life All Turbulence And Noise May Seem To Him That Leads It Wise And To Be Praised, But Wisdom Is A Pearl With Most Success Sought In Still Waters.