The common growth of Mother Earth Suffices me,-her tears, her mirth, Her humblest mirth and tears.

She gave me eyes, she gave me ears; And humble cares, and delicate fears; A heart, the fountain of sweet tears; And love and thought and joy.

The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away; than what it leaves behind.

There is a comfort in the strength of love; 'Twill make a thing endurable, which else would overset the brain, or break the heart.

May books and nature be their early joy!

A power is passing from the earth.

Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.