Ah, March! We Know Thou Art Kind-hearted,

Nothing Can Be So Bad As To Be Displeased With One's Self.

The Wild Mustard In Southern California Is Like That Spoken Of In The New Testament. . . . Its Gold Is As Distinct A Value To The Eye As The Nugget Gold Is In The Pocket.

O Month When They Who Love Must Love And Wed.

O Sweet, Delusive Noon, Which The Morning Climbs To Find, O Moment Sped Too Soon, And Morning Left Behind.

There Is Nothing So Skillful In Its Own Defense As Imperious Pride.