Author: Reginald Naulty

The dreary rain has gonethe triumphant sun has come;on the branch white blossoms smileat every passing bird and fly,and honey eaters have their fillwhile cats observe them, keeping still.And suburban gardens grandly baskwhile...

More beautiful is the accord between soulsthan the moon`s halo, or the sun`s shadowin a desert grove, but the time must be ripe.Like the red leaves on the vineor the purple on the figthere is a waiting, and, as well, some...

The dusty yesterdays are forgotten,they are worn out and gone.The joy of a new beginningbrings bright expectations;the family comes inglad, hopeful and hearty.There is a joint appreciationof the luminous creation.The sunshine...