pUELDER J^OSE—^GE, 
c |r'GE is opportunity no less 
Than youth itself, though in another dress, 
And. as the evening twilight fades away 
The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day. 
Longfellow. 
The wiser mind 
Mourns less for what age takes away 
Than what it leaves behind. 
Wordsworth. 
foXGLOVE—J nSINCEF^ITY 
f tT N empty sky, a world of heather, 
df Purple of foxglove, yellow of broom ; 
We two among them, wading together, 
' Shaking out honey, treading perfume. 
Jean Ingelow, 
