Come grow old with me, for the best is yet to come!

What is this talked-of mystery of birth. But being mounted bareback on the earth?

How many times it thundered before Franklin took the hint! How many apples fell on Newton's head before he took the hint! Nature is always hinting at us. It hints over and over again. And suddenly we take the hint.

But not gold in commercial quantities, Just enough gold to make the engagement rings And marriage rings of those who owned the farm. What gold more innocent could one have asked for?

The heart can think of no devotion Greater than being shore to the ocean- Holding the curve of one position, Counting an endless repetition.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep but I have promises to keep...

I go to school the youth to learn the future.