Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, But which will bloom most constantly? The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring ,Its summer blossoms scent the air; Yet wait till winter comes again, And who will call the wild-briar fair? Then, scorn the silly rose-wreath now, And deck thee with holly's sheen, That, when December blights thy brow, He still may leave thy garland green.

The Things that never can come back, are several - Childhood - some forms of Hope - the Dead.

This is the Hour of Lead- Remembered, if outlived, As freezing persons, recollect the Snow- First-Chill-then Stupor- then the letting go---

I fear a Man of frugal speech - I fear a Silent Man - Haranguer - I can overtake - Or Babbler - entertain - But He who weigheth - While the Rest - Expend their furthest pound - Of this Man - I am wary - I fear that He is Grand -

We outgrow love like other things and put it in a drawer, till it an antique fashion shows like costumes grandsires wore.

Grant me, O Lord, a sunny mind-Thy windy will to bear!

God's little Blond Blessing we have long deemed you, and hope his so-called Will will not compel him to revoke you.