Days decrease, / And autumn grows, autumn in everything.

“There is an inmost center in us all, where truth abides in fullness;....and, to…”

“XII.If there pushed any ragged thistle-stalkAbove its mates, the head was chopp…”

“My sun sets to rise again.”

“Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the …”