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

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

For visions come not to polluted eyes.

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

Heart's ease! one could look for half a day Upon this flower, and shape in fancy out Full twenty different tales of love and sorrow, That gave this gentle name.

God sends children for another purpose than merely to keep up the race -- to enlarge our hearts, to make us unselfish, and full of kindly sympathies and affections.

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