Win hearts, and you have all men's hands and purses.

All this for a song.

Yet all how beautiful! Pillars of pearl Propping the cliffs above, stalactites bright From the ice roof depending; and beneath, Grottoes and temples with their crystal spires And gleaming columns radiant in the sun.

Look up! the wide extended plain Is billowy with its ripened grain, And on the summer winds are rolled Its waves of emerald and gold.

The oldest pitcher acquires confidence in his ballclub - he doesn't try to do it all himself.

The oldest pitcher acquires confidence in his ball club - he doesn't try to do it all himself.