Grant us laughter, ... and grant us a time to enjoy each other.

I love thee, I love but thee With a love that shall not die Till the sun grows cold, And the stars grow old...

I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.

With rushing winds and gloomy skies The dark and stubborn Winter dies: Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries, Bidding her earliest child arise; March!

Peace the offspring is of Power.

The most annoying of all blockheads is a well-read fool.

The aquilegia sprinkled on the rocks A scarlet rain; the yellow violet Sat in the chariot of its leaves, the phlox Held spikes of purple flame in meadows wet, And all the streams with vernal-scented reed Were fringed, and streaky bellow of miskodeed.

To Truth's house there is a single door, which is experience.

He teaches best, Who feels the hearts of all men in his breast, And knows their strength or weakness through his own.

Alone each heart must cover up its dead; Alone, through bitter toil, achieve its rest.