I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Then followed that beautiful season... Summer.... Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.

The day is dark and cold and dreary; it rains, and the wind is never weary.

The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain.

The story, from beginning to end, I found again in a heart of a friend.

Like black hulks the shadows of the great trees ride at anchor on the billowy sea of grass.

All things come round to him who will but wait.