Endow The Living - With

Here Is A Little Forest Whose Leaf Is Ever Green; Here Is A Brighter Garden, Where Not A Frost Has Been; In Its Unfading Flowers I Hear The Bright Bee Hum; Prithee, My Brother, Into My Garden Come!

Wonder Is Not Precisely Knowing.

Narcotics Cannot Still The Tooth. That Nibbles At The Soul

A Light Exists In Spring Not Present In The Year At Any Other Period When March Is Scarcely Here.

The Brain Is Wider Than The Sky, For, Put Them Side By Side, The One The Other Will Include With Ease, And You Beside.