A light wind swept over the corn, and all nature laughed in the sunshine.
Corn Laughed Light Over Sunshine
Oh, I am very weary, Though tears no longer flow; My eyes are tired of weeping, My heart is sick of woe.
Eyes Flow Heart I I Am
There is always a "but" in this imperfect world.
Imperfect Perfect World World
But he that dares not grasp the thorn Should never crave the rose.
Dares Grasp Never Rose Should
She was trusted and valued by her father, loved and courted by all dogs, cats, children, and poor people, and slighted and neglected by everybody else.
Children Courted Dogs Else Everybody
His heart was like a sensitive plant, that opens for a moment in the sunshine, but curls up and shrinks into itself at the slightest touch of the finger, or the lightest breath of wind.
Curls Finger Heart His Into