“To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoopin the oats, to air in the lunglet evening come.Let it come, as it will, and don'tbe afraid. God does not leave uscomfortless, so let evening come.”

“Let the light of late afternoonshine through chinks in the barn, movingup the bales as the sun moves down.Let the cricket take up chafingas a woman takes up her needles and her yarn. Let evening come.Let dew collect on the hoe abandonedin long grass. Let the stars appearand the moon disclose her silver horn.Let the fox go back to its sandy den.Let the wind die down. Let the shedgo black inside. Let evening come.To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoopin the oats, to air in the lunglet evening come.Let it come, as it will, and don'tbe afraid. God does not leave uscomfortless, so let evening come.”

“Let it come, as it will, and don'tbe afraid. God does not leave uscomfortless, so let evening come. ”

“Let us live so that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.”

“Let us endeavor so to live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.”

“Love doesn't come along too often. Believe me, I know. When it does, only the foolish let it fade. Even if it is him.”