Love seemed sure around the New Year, Now it's April, love is just a ghost. Spring arrived on time, Only what became of you, Dear? Spring can really hang you up the most!
Every hand and every hour should be devoted to rescue the world from its insanity of guilt, and to assuage the pangs of human hearts with balm and anodyne. To pity distress is but human; to relieve it is Godlike.
