In the deep shadow of the porch A slender bind-weed springs, And climbs, like airy acrobat, The trellises, and swings And dances in the golden sun In….

Spring's last-born darling, clear-eyed, sweet, Pauses a moment, with white twinkling feet, And golden locks in breezy play, Half teasing and half ….

So, just for one more merry day To the great Tree the leaflets clung, Frolicked and danced and had their way, Upon the autumn breezes swung..

...this pause of rest, This morning hush before the sun..

Softly drops the crimson sun: Softly down from overhead, Drop the bell-notes, one by one, Melting in the melting red..

Slow buds the pink dawn like a rose From out night's gray and cloudy sheath; Softly and still it grows and grows, Petal by petal, leaf by leaf..

The Autumn seems to cry for thee,Best lover of the Autumn-days!.

As we meet and touch, each day, The many travelers on our way, Let every such brief contact be A glorious, helpful minister..

Few things are more aggravating than to be forgiven when one has done no wrong..

We ring the bells and we raise the strain We hang up garlands everywhere And bid the tapers twinkle fair, And feast and frolic - and then we go B….

Every day is a fresh beginning. Every morn is the world made anew..

Ah, the pretty whisperers! It was very well When the leaves were thick and green, awhile ago-- Leaves are secret-keepers; but since the last leaf fel….

True love is not selfish. In time it accustoms itself to anything which secures happiness for its object..

Now the last red ray is gone; Now the twilight shadows hie..

Every tear is answered by a blossom, Every sigh with songs and laughter blent, April-blooms upon the breezes toss them. April knows her own, and i….

Yesterday's errors let yesterday cover..

All green and fair the summer lies, Just budded from the bud of spring, With tender blue of wistful skies, And winds that softly sing..

Men die but sorrow never dies..

Earth's saddest day and gladdest day were just three days apart!.

To-morrow I will begin, thought Katy, as she dropped asleep that night. How often we all do so! And what a pity it is that when morning comes and to-….

Every day is a fresh beginning; Listen my soul, to the glad refrain, And in spite of old sorrow… and possible pain, Take heart with the day and begin….