Yes, We Must Ever Be Friends; And

The Lowest Ebb Is The Turn Of The Tide.

Then Followed That Beautiful Season... Summer.... Filled Was The Air With A Dreamy And Magical Light; And The Landscape Lay As If New Created In All The Freshness Of Childhood.

In The World's Broad Field Of Battle, In The Bivouac Of Life, Be Not Like Dumb, Driven Cattle! Be A Hero In The Strife!

I Love An Author The More For Having Been Himself A Lover Of Books.

Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall.