Love Is The Only Thing

When We Make Little Sacrifices We Like To Have Them Appreciated, At Least.

Such Hours Are Beautiful To Live, But Very Hard To Describe.

When Emerson's Library Was Burning At Concord, I Went To Him As He Stood With The Firelight On His Strong, Sweet Face, And Endeavored To Express My Sympathy For The Loss Of His Most Valued Possessions, But He Answered Cheerily, 'never Mind, Louisa, See What A Beautiful Blaze They Make! We Will Enjoy That Now.' The Lesson Was One Never Forgotten And In The Varied Lessons That Have Come To Me I Have Learned To Look For Something Beautiful And Bright.

The Small Hopes And Plans And Pleasures Of Children Should Be Tenderly Respected By Grown-up People, And Never Rudely Thwarted Or Ridiculed.

He Was The First, The Only Love Her Life, And In A Nature Like Hers Such Passions Take Deep Root And Die-hard.