Men Are Not Angels, Neither

I Have No Little Insight Into The Feelings Of Furniture, And Treat Books And Prints With A Reasonable Consideration. How Some People Use Their Pictures, For Instance, Is A Mystery To Me; Very Revolting All The Same--portraits Obliged To Face Each Other For Ever--prints Put Together In Portfolios.

'tis Only When They Spring To Heaven That Angels Reveal Themselves To You.

O World, As God Has Made It! All Is Beauty.

And Let Them Pass, As They Will Too Soon, With The Bean-flowers' Boon, And The Blackbird's Tune, And May, And June!

Be Sure That God Ne'er Dooms To Waste The Strength He Deigns Impart.