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

Give what you have. To some one, it may be better than you dare to think.

What child has a heart to sing in this capricious clime of ours, when spring comes sailing in from the sea, with wet and heavy cloud-sails and the misty pennon of the east-wind nailed to the mast.

I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighborhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of the streets.

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!

Each morning sees some task begin, each evening sees it close.

I hear the wind among the trees Playing the celestial symphonies; I see the branches downward bent, Like keys of some great instrument.