How Softly Summer Shuts, Without

The Words The Happy Say Are Paltry Melody But Those The Silent Feel Are Beautiful-.

You'll Find It-when You Try To Die- The Easier To Let Go- For Recollecting Such As Went- You Could Not Spare-you Know.

In This Short Life That Only Lasts Ah Hour How Much-how Little-is Within Our Power.

Enough Is So Vast A Sweetness I Suppose It Never Occurs.

Spring Is The Period Express From God.