The Plague Of Gold Strikes

How Many Desolate Creatures On The Earth Have Learnt The Simple Dues Of Fellowship And Social Comfort, In A Hospital.

Girls Blush, Sometimes, Because They Are Alive, Half Wishing They Were Dead To Save The Shame. The Sudden Blush Devours Them, Neck And Brow; They Have Drawn Too Near The Fire Of Life, Like Gnats, And Flare Up Bodily, Wings And All. What Then? Who's Sorry For A Gnat Or Girl?

Purple Lilies Dante Blew To A Larger Bubble With His Prophet Breath.

Books Succeed; And Lives Fail.

But Love Me For Love's Sake, That Evermore Thou May'st Love On, Through Love's Eternity.