“… A lofty place he does not love,
But sits by choice, and well at ease,
In hedges and in little trees…
and there he sings
Till all the field with pleasure rings …”
~Henry Van Dyke
“Live so that when the final summons comes you will leave something more behind you than an epitaph on a tombstone or an obituary in a newspaper.” ~Billy Sunday
… Hail and ice, and ice and hail,
Water frozen in the pail.
See the robins, brown and red,
They are waiting to be fed.
Poor dears, battling in the gale!
Hail and ice, and ice and hail.
~Katherine Mansfield