Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride.
There is a comfort in the strength of love; 'Twill make a thing endurable, which else would overset the brain, or break the heart.
What we have loved Others will love And we will teach them how.
Small service is true service, while it lasts.
Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man.