Opinion Is A Flitting Thing

Portraits Are To Daily Faces As An Evening West To A Fine, Pedantic Sunshine In A Satin Vest.

Some Arrows Slay But Whom They Strike - But This Slew All But Him - Who So Appareled His Escape - Too Trackless For A Tomb

To Make A Prairie It Takes A Clover And One Bee, -

You Ask Of My Companions. Hills, Sir, And The Sundown, And A Dog As Large As Myself.

How Much Can Come And Much Can Go, And Yet Abide The World!