Nature, like us is sometimes caught without her diadem. >>
I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality. >>
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul -- and sings >>
That man's best works should be such bungling imitations of Nature's i >>
What law, what reason can deny that gift so sweet, so natural that God >>
Nature, like man, sometimes weeps from gladness. >>
Nature, like us is sometimes caught without her diadem.