Memory Is A Strange Bell—jubilee,

The Sailor Cannot See The North / But Knows The Needle Can.

A Narrow Fellow In The Grass Occasionally Rides

One Need Not Be A Chamber To Be Haunted.

Eden Is That Old-fashioned House We Dwell In Every Day Without Suspecting Our Abode Until We Drive Away.

Look Back On Time With Kindly Eyes, He Doubtless Did His Best; How Softly Sinks His Trembling Sun In Human Nature's West!