A Color Stands Abroad On

Longing, It May Be, Is The Gift No Other Gift Supplies.

I Lost A World The Other Day. Has Anybody Found? You'll Know It By The Rows Of Stars Around It's Forehead Bound. A Rich Man Might Not Notice It; Yet To My Frugal Eye Of More Esteem Than Ducats. Oh! Find It, Sir, For Me!

Where Thou Art, That Is Home.

To Make A Prairie It Takes A Clover And One Bee, -

It Is Easy To Work When The Soul Is At Play.