Opinion Is A Flitting Thing

The Possible's Slow Fuse Is Lit By The Imagination.

Answer July- Where Is The Bee- Where Is The Blush- Where Is The Hay? Ah, Said July- Where Is The Seed- Where Is The Bud- Where Is The May- Answer Thee-me-

A Light Exists In Spring Not Present In The Year At Any Other Period When March Is Scarcely Here.

The Bustle In A House The Morning After Death Is Solemnest Of Industries Enacted Upon Earth,-- The Sweeping Up The Heart, And Putting Love Away We Shall Not Want To Use Again Until Eternity

The Soul Should Always Stand Ajar.