All experience is an arch wherethro' gleams that untraveled world whose margins fade forever and forever as we move.

Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For though from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar.

The old order changeth yielding place to new And God fulfills himself in many ways Lest one good custom should corrupt the world. Comfort thyself: what comfort is in me I have lived my life and that which I have done May he within himself make pure but thou If thou shouldst never see my face again Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of.

Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great.

The words 'far, far away' had always a strange charm.

If Nature put not forth her power About the opening of the flower, Who is it that could live an hour?

And was the day of my delight As pure and perfect as I say?