Perhaps The Greatest Lesson Which

Maiden, That Read'st This Simple Rhyme, Enjoy Thy Youth, It Will Not Stay; Enjoy The Fragrance Of Thy Prime, For Oh, It Is Not Always May!

The Atmosphere Breathes Rest And Comfort, And The Many Chambers Seem Full Of Welcomes.

O Beautiful, Awful Summer Day, What Hast Thou Given, What Taken Away?

I Heard The Bells On Christmas Day Their Old, Familiar Carols Play, And Wild And Sweet The Words Repeat Of Peace On Earth, Good-will To Men!

Sculpture Is More Than Painting. It Is Greater To Raise The Dead To Life Than To Create Phantoms That Seem To Live.