Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone: And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the rose is blown. For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky.

It is hard to wive and thrive both in a year.

Bible reading is an education in itself.

Man is man, and master of his fate.

A day may sink or save a realm.

As the husband is the wife is; thou art mated with a clown, As the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down.

I can't sleep without knowing there's hope. Half the night I waste in sighs. In a wakeful doze I sorrow. For the hands, for the lips... the eyes. For the meeting of tomorrow.