The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep tonight.
William C. Bryant
Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign.
To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language.
Truth gets well if she is run over by a locomotive, while error dies of lockjaw if she scratches her finger.
Difficulty, my brethren, is the nurse of greatness - a harsh nurse, who roughly rocks her foster - children into strength and athletic proportion.
I adore being with Roberta. I adore being in her spiritual light. I adore being close to her talent and gifts.
Peabo Bryson
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I love Mary Chapin Carpenter songs. I love her songs 'Come On, Come On' and 'I Am A Town', they're two of my favorite songs.
Betty Buckley