Why, What Is To Live? Not To

In This Abundant Earth No Doubt Is Little Room For Things Worn Out: Disdain Them, Break Them, Throw Them By! And If Before The Days Grew Rough We Once Were Lov'd, Us'd -- Well Enough, I Think, We've Far'd, My Heart And I.

And Is It Not The Chief Good Of Money, The Being Free From The Need Of Thinking Of It?

Oh, The Little Birds Sang East, And The Little Birds Sang West.

At Painful Times, When Composition Is Impossible And Reading Not Enough, Grammars And Dictionaries Are Excellent For Distraction.

Earth's Crammed With Heaven.