All the great blessings of my life are present in my thoughts today.

And though hard be the task, keep a stiff upper lip..

Never is true love blind, but rather brings an added light..

Women are only told that they resemble angels when they are young and beautiful; consequently, it is their persons, not their virtues, that procure t….

But whenever she thanks the givers for favors great and small, she thinks of the good little sister who gave her more than they all..

Ah, there are moments for us here, when, seeing Life's inequalities, and woe, and care, The burdens laid upon our mortal being Seem heavier than the ….

For those roses bright, oh, those roses bright! I have twined them in my sister's locks That are hid in the dust from sight..

There are eyes half defiant, Half meek and compliant; Black eyes, with a wondrous, witching charm To bring us good or to work with harm..

Books were put out, and 'had a run,' / Like coinage from the mint; / But which could fill the place of one, / That one they wouldn't print?.

Do we call the star lost that is hidden / In the great light of morn?.

Death comes not to the living soul, nor age to the living heart..

One sweetly solemn thought, comes to me o'er and o'er; I am nearer home today, than I ever have been before..

But alas for the dreams that round us play! / For the plans of mortal making! / And alas for the false and fickle day / That looked so fair at waking!.

Come up, April, though the valley, / In your robes of beauty drest, / Come and wake your flowery children / From their wintry beds of rest..

I think true love is never blind, / But rather brings an added light; / An inner vision quick to find / The beauties hid from common sight..

O men, grown sick with toil and care, Leave for awhile the crowded mart; O women, sinking with despair, Weary of limb and faint of heart, Forget your….

For little children everywhere A joyous season still we make; We bring our precious gifts to them, Even for the dear child Jesus' sake..

And never since harvests were ripened, / Or laborers born, / Have men gathered figs of the thistle, / Or grapes of the thorn!.

Sometimes, I think the things we see are shadows of the things to be; that what we plan we build.

You may wear your virtues as a crown, As you walk through life serenely, And grace your simple rustic gown With a beauty more than queenly. Though on….

Laugh out, O stream, from your bed of green, / Where you lie in the sun's embrace; / And talk to the reeds that o'er you lean / To touch your dimpled….