Who said, 'All Time's delight Hath she for narrow bed; Life's troubled bubble broken'? --- That's what I said.
A poor old Widow in her weeds Sowed her garden with wild-flower seeds; Not too shallow, and not too deep, And down came April -- drip -- drip -- drip. Up shone May, like gold, and soon Green as an arbour grew leafy June. And now all summer she sits a...
