Behold Me! I Am Worthy

What I Do And What I Dream Include Thee, As The Wine Must Taste Of Its Own Grapes.

The Music Soars Within The Little Lark, And The Lark Soars.

A Grave, On Which To Rest From Singing?

Whoso Loves, Believes In The Impossible

A Good Neighbor Sometimes Cuts Your Morning Up To Mince-meat Of The Very Smallest Talk, Then Helps To Sugar Her Bohea At Night With Your Reputation.