Not Knowing When The Dawn Will Come

These Are The Days When Birds Come Back, A Very Few, A Bird Or Two, To Take A Backward Look.

Forever Is Composed Of Nows.

I Don't Profess To Be Profound; But I Do Lay Claim To Common Sense.

You Can Stay Young As Long As You Learn.

Here Is A Little Forest Whose Leaf Is Ever Green; Here Is A Brighter Garden, Where Not A Frost Has Been; In Its Unfading Flowers I Hear The Bright Bee Hum; Prithee, My Brother, Into My Garden Come!