Thine eyes are springs in whose serene And silent waters heaven is seen. Their lashes...#William C Bryant
The little windflower, whose just opened eye is blue as the spring heaven it gazes...#William C Bryant
The February sunshine steeps your boughs and tints the buds and swells the leaves within.#William C Bryant
Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase are fruits of innocence and blessedness.#William C Bryant
