Write Me Of Hope And Love, And

Where Thou Art, That Is Home.

Twin Loaves Of Bread Have Just Been Born Into The World Under My Auspices. Fine Children, The Image Of Their Mother. And Here, My Dear Friend, Is The Glory.

Fearless--the Cobweb Swings From The Ceiling-- Indolent Housewife--in Daisies--lain!

The Truth Must Dazzle Gradually Or Every Man Be Blind.

Till I Loved I Never Lived.