The older I grow the more do I love spring and spring flowers. Is it so with you?

To be alive──is Power.

I think Heaven will not be as good as earth, unless it bring with it that sweet power to remember, which is the staple of Heaven here.

Within thy Grave! Oh no, but on some other flight - Thou only camest to mankind To rend it with Good night

The hearts that never lean must fall.

The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,-- The sweeping up the heart, And putting love away We shall not want to use again Until eternity

A Word that Breathes Distinctly Has not the Power to Die