“Come oh come ye tea-thirsty restless ones -- the kettle boils, bubbles and sings, musically.”
“A man who wishes to make his way in life could do no better than go through the world with a boiling tea-kettle in his hand.”
“Must a kettle boil?”
“The freezing in hell that comes before the everlasting fire where sinners bubble and singe forever.”
“Oh! lovely voices of the skyWhich hymned the Saviour's birth,Are ye not singing still on high,Ye that sang, "Peace on earth"?”
“November comesAnd November goes,With the last red berriesAnd the first white snows.With night coming early,And dawn coming late,And ice in the bucketAnd frost by the gate.The fires burnAnd the kettles sing,And earth sinks to restUntil next spring.”