For love reflects the thing beloved.

That loss is common would not make My own less bitter, rather more: Too common! Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break.

Things seen are mightier than things heard.

We are self-uncertain creatures, and we may Yea, even when we know not, mix our spites And private hates with our defence of Heaven.

Bible reading is an education in itself.

Tis a morning pure and sweet, And a dewy splendour falls On the little flower that clings To the turrets and the walls; 'Tis a morning pure and sweet, And the light and shadow fleet; She is walking in the meadow, And the woodland echo rings; In a moment we shall meet; She is singing in the meadow, And the rivulet at her feet Ripples on in light and shadow To the ballad that she sings.

The folly of all follies is to be love sick for a shadow.