The Brain Is Wider Than

I Have A Bird In Spring Which For Myself Doth Sing - The Spring Decoys. And As The Summer Nears - And As The Rose Appears, Robin Is Gone. Yet Do I Not Repine Knowing That Bird Of Mine Though Flown - Learneth Beyond The Sea Melody New For Me And Will Return.

Where Thou Art, That Is Home.

Spring Is The Period Express From God.

He Deposes Doom Who Hath Suffered Him.

The Soul Selects Her Own Society.