The Pedigree Of Honey Does

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers That Perches In The Soul.

To Be Alive──is Power.

Experiment Has A Stimulus Which Withers Its Fear.

You Cannot Fold A Flood And Put It In A Drawer, Because The Winds Would Find It Out And Tell Your Cedar Floor.

To See Her Is A Picture- To Hear Her Is A Tune- To Know Her An Intemperance As Innocent As June- To Know Her Not-affliction- To Own Her For A Friend A Warmth As Near As If The The Sun Were Shining In Your Hand.