'Tis the summer prime, when the noiseless air </br> In perfumed chalice lies, </br> And the bee goes by with a lazy hum </br> Beneath the sleeping sk… - Elizabeth Oakes Smith

'Tis rushing now adown the spout </br> And gushing out below, </br> Half frantic in its joyousness, </br> And wild in eager flow. </br> The earth is dried and parch’d with heat, </br> And it hath longed to be </br> Released from out the selfish cloud, </br> To cool the thirsty tree.

Yes, this is Life; and everywhere we meet, </br> Not victor crowns, but wailings of defeat.

The measure of capacity is the measure of sphere for either man or woman.