Oh, If It Be To

The Biggest Bore Of All Is He Who Is Overflowing With Congratulations

Comfort And Indolence Are Cronies.

A Man That's Fond Precociously Of Stirring , :;:; Must Be A Spoon.

I Love Thee - I Love Thee, 'tis All That I Can Say, It Is My Vision In The Night, My Dreaming In The Day.

I Remember, I Remember The Roses, Red And White, The Violets, And The Lily-cups, Those Flowers Made Of Light! The Lilacs, Where The Robin Built, And Where My Brother Set The Laburmum On His Birthday,- The Tree Is Living Yet.