The best of friends fall out, and so his teeth had done some years ago.
How bless'd the heart that has a friend. A sympathizing ear to lend.
I saw old autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence.
A moment's thinking is an hour in words.
O men with sisters dear, O men with mothers and wives, It is not linen you 're wearing out, But human creatures' lives!
It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm further off from heaven Than when I was a boy.