Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, read more

Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch
Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch
Smokes in the sunthaw; whether the eve-drops fall,
Heard only in the trances of the blast,
Of if the secret ministry of frost
Shall hang them up in silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the quiet moon.

Pity is best taught by fellowship in woe.

Pity is best taught by fellowship in woe.

Pity is best taught by fellowship in woe

Pity is best taught by fellowship in woe

I have seen gross intolerance shown in support of tolerance.

I have seen gross intolerance shown in support of tolerance.

And the spring comes slowly up this way.

And the spring comes slowly up this way.