But whenever she thanks the givers for favors great and small, she thinks of the good little sister who gave her more than they all.

I think true love is never blind, / But rather brings an added light; / An inner vision quick to find / The beauties hid from common sight.

Books were put out, and 'had a run,' / Like coinage from the mint; / But which could fill the place of one, / That one they wouldn't print?

All the great blessings of my life are present in my thoughts today

Give plenty of what is given to you, And listen to pity's call. Don't think the little you give is great, And the much you get is small.

Laugh out, O stream, from your bed of green, / Where you lie in the sun's embrace; / And talk to the reeds that o'er you lean / To touch your dimpled face.

Death comes not to the living soul, nor age to the living heart.