How bless'd the heart that has a friend. A sympathizing ear to lend.
I remember, I remember The fir-trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky; It was a childish ignorance, But now 't is little joy To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy.
I saw old autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence.
But evil is wrought by want of thought, As well as want of heart!
Half of the failures in life come from pulling one's horse when he is leaping.
The best of friends fall out, and so his teeth had done some years ago.