Doesn't Matter What A Person's

Dear Old World', She Murmured, 'you Are Very Lovely, And I Am Glad To Be Alive In You.

I've Come Home In Love With Loneliness

It Would Be Lovely To Sleep In A Wild Cherry-tree All White With Bloom In The Moonshine

A Bosom Friend - An Intimate Friend, You Know - A Really Kindred Spirit To Whom I Can Confide My Inmost Soul.

There Is So Much In The World For Us All If We Only Have The Eyes To See It, And The Heart To Love It, And The Hand To Gather It To Ourselves--so Much In Men And Women, So Much In Art And Literature, So Much Everywhere In Which To Delight, And For Which To Be Thankful.