For Frequent Tears Have Run;

Souls Are Dangerous Things To Carry Straight Through All The Spilt Saltpetre Of This World.

Of All The Thoughts Of God That Are Borne Inward Unto Souls Afar, Along The Psalmist's Music Deep, Now Tell Me If That Any Is. For Gift Or Grace, Surpassing This-- He Giveth His Beloved Sleep.

So Mothers Have God's License To Be Missed.

A Woman's Always Younger Than A Man At Equal Years.

Don't Get Me Wrong-painting's All Right. But Now That We Have Photography, What's The Point?