Work Is Its Own Best Earthly Meed,

O Fateful Flower Beside The Rill- The Daffodil, The Daffodil!

I Have Lived Life Long Enough To Thank God That All My Prayers Have Not Been Answered

I Wish, And I Wish That The Spring Would Go Faster, Nor Long Summer Bide So Late; And I Could Grow On Like The Foxglove And Aster, For Some Things Are Ill To Wait.

People Newly Emerged From Obscurity Generally Launch Out Into Indiscriminate Display.

Quoth The Ocean, "dawn! O Fairest, Clearest, Touch Me With Thy Golden Fingers Bland; For I Have No Smile Till Thou Appearest For The Lovely Land.