I would exhort men to spare every true affection, and not to ridicule the overflowings of a happy heart with more license than they would the effusions of a sorrowing one. For the youth of the soul is everlasting, and eternity is youth.
OUR SECRET DRAWER.
There is a secret drawer in every heart,
Wherein we lay our treasures, one by one;
Each dear remembrance of the buried past,
Each cherished relic of the time that’s gone.
The old delights of childhood, long ago;
The things we loved because we knew them best;
The first discovered primrose in our path;