Our Pleasures And Our Discontents,

The Swallow Is Come! The Swallow Is Come! O, Fair Are The Seasons, And Light Are The Days That She Brings, With Her Dusky Wings, And Her Bosom Snowy White!

Success Is Not Something To Wait For, It Is Something To Work For.

The Air Of Summer Was Sweeter Than Wine.

He That Respects Himself Is Safe From Others. He Wears A Coat Of Mail That None Can Pierce.

O Holy Trust! O Endless Sense Of Rest! Like The Beloved John To Lay His Head Upon The Saviour's Breast, And Thus To Journey On!