The Old Poets Little Knew

The Mysterious Moment Of Death Proves To Be A Moment Of Waking. How One Longs To Take It For One's Self!

Such A Nice Day - Out All Day Up In The Carter Notch Direction, Trout-fishing, With The Long Drive There And The Long Drive Home Again In Time For Supper. It Was A Lovely Brook And I Caught Seven Good Trout And One Small One - Which Eight Trout-persons You Should Have For Your Breakfast If Only You Were Near Enough. It Was Not Alone The Fishing, But The Delightful Loneliness And Being Out Of Doors.

A Harbor, Even If It Is A Little Harbor, Is A Good Thing, Since Adventurers Come Into It As Well As Go Out, And The Life In It Grows Strong, Because It Takes Something From The World, And Has Something To Give In Return.

It Is A Splendid Thing To Have The Use Of Any Gift Of God. It Isn't For Us To Choose Again, Or Wonder And Dispute, But Just Work In Our Own Places, And Leave The Rest To God.

The Process Of Falling In Love At First Sight Is As Final As It Is Swift In Such A Case, But The Growth Of True Friendship May Be A Lifelong Affair.