Against her ankles as she trod The lucky buttercups did nod.

How gently rock yon poplars high Against the reach of primrose sky With heaven's pale candles stored.

The American woman is a charming creature. She is of a type most unusual and delightful... And their feet and ankles are the most perfect in the world.

It is not reason which makes faith hard, but life.

I have lived to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered

When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries.