A man cannot have a pure mind who refuses apple dumplings.
By myself walking, To myself talking.
Credulity is the man's weakness, but the child's strength.
Satire does not look pretty upon a tombstone.
Those evening bells! those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells Of youth and home, and that sweet time When last I heard their soothing chime!
And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.