As we meet and touch, each day, The many travelers on our way, Let every such brief contact be A glorious, helpful minister.

Yesterday's errors let yesterday cover.

True love is not selfish. In time it accustoms itself to anything which secures happiness for its object.

Every tear is answered by a blossom, Every sigh with songs and laughter blent, April-blooms upon the breezes toss them. April knows her own, and is content.

As we meet and touch, each day, The many travelers on our way, Let every such brief contact be A glorious, helpful minister.

The sobbing wind is fierce and strong; its cry is like a human wail.

Ah, the pretty whisperers! It was very well When the leaves were thick and green, awhile ago-- Leaves are secret-keepers; but since the last leaf fell There is nothing hidden from the eyes below.