In Came ... A Baby,

How Often, In This Cold And Bitter World, Is The Warm Heart Thrown Back Upon Itself! Cold, Careless, Are We Of Another's Grief; We Wrap Ourselves In Sullen Selfishness.

Restraint Is The Golden Rule Of Enjoyment.

The Fearless Make Their Own Way.

So Much To Win, So Much To Lose, No Marvel That I Fear To Choose.

I Would Give Worlds, Could I Believe One-half That Is Profess'd Me; Affection! Could I Think It Thee, When Flattery Has Caress'd Me.