Never Look Backwards Or You'll

We Have Done With Hope And Honour. We Are Lost To Love And Truth, We Are Dropping Down The Ladder Rung By Rung; And The Measure Of Our Torment Is The Measure Of Our Youth. God Help Us, For We Knew The Worst Too Young!

Delight In The Little Things.

Who Has Smelled The Woodsmoke At Twilight, Who Has Seen The Campfire Burning, Who Is Quick To Read The Noises Of The Night?

Gardens Are Not Made By Singing 'oh, How Beautiful,' And Sitting In The Shade.

Most Amusements Only Mean Trying To Win Another Person's Money.