For every worm beneath the moon Draws different threads, and late and soon Spins, toiling out his own cocoon.

Ring out the false, ring in the true.

So now I have sworn to bury All this dead body of hate I feel so free and so clear By the loss of that dead weight

Tis held that sorrow makes us wise.

Twilight and evening bell, and after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell when I embark.

Bible reading is an education in itself.

The woman's cause is man's: they rise or sink Together.