1. We should forgive our enemies, but not before they are hanged
2. A pine tree standeth lonelyIn the North on an upland bare;It standeth whitely shroudedWith snow, and sleepeth there.It dreameth of a Palm treeWhich far in the East alone,In the mournful silence standethOn its ridge of burning stone.
3. First, I thought, almost despairing,This must crush my spirit now;Yet I bore it, and am bearing-Only do not ask me how.
4. Perfumes are the feelings of flowers.
5. We should forgive our enemies, but not before they are hanged
