From "One Day And Another" What Little Things Are Those That Hold Our Happiness! A Smile, A Glance, A Rose Dropped From Her Hair Or Dress; A Word, A Look, A Touch, These Are So Much, So Much. An Air We Can't Forget; A Sunset'S Gold That Gleams; A Spray Of Mignonette, Will Fill The Soul With Dreams More Than All History Says, Or Romance Of Old Days. For Of The Human Heart, Not Brain, Is Memory; These Things It Makes A Part Of Its Own Entity; The Joys, The Pains Whereof Are The Very Food Of Love.