O that one unguarded moment! / Were it mine to live again, / All the strength of its temptation / Would appeal to me in vain.

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.

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.

O that one unguarded moment! / Were it mine to live again, / All the strength of its temptation / Would appeal to me in vain.

Only yield when you must, never "give up the ship," but fight on to the last "with a stiff upper lip!

For of all hard things to bear and grin, / The hardest is knowing you're taken in.

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.