Wrecked On The Lee Shore Of Age.

In The Life Of Each Of Us, I Said To Myself, There Is A Place Remote And Islanded, And Given To Endless Regret Or Secret Happiness; We Are Each The Uncompanioned Hermit And Recluse Of An Hour Or A Day; We Understand Our Fellows Of The Cell To Whatever Age Of History They May Belong.

So We Die Before Our Own Eyes; So We See Some Chapters Of Our Lives Come To Their Natural End.

The Warm Sun Kissed The Earthto Consecrate Thy Birth,and From His Close Embracethy Radiant Facesprang Into Sight,a Blossoming Delight.

There's Some Herb That's Good For Everybody, Except For Them That Thinks They're Sick When They Ain't.

When She Walked...she Stretched Out Long And Thin Like A Little Tiger, And Held Her Head High To Look Over The Grass As If She Were Treading The Jungle.