True delicacy, that most beautiful heart-leaf of humanity, exhibits itself most significantly in little things.

Old England is our home, and Englishmen are we; Our tongue is known in every clime, our flag in every sea.

He is happiest who hath power to gather wisdom from a flower.

True delicacy, that most beautiful heart-leaf of humanity, exhibits itself most significantly in little things.

Yes, in the poor man's garden grow Far more than herbs and flowers - Kind thoughts, contentment, peace of mind, And Joy for weary hours.

For visions come not to polluted eyes.

I know he's coming by this sign, That baby's almost wild; See how he laughs and crows and starts — Heaven, bless the merry child! He's father's self in face and limb, And father's heart is strong in him. Shout, baby, shout! and clap thy hands, For father on the threshold stands.