Whatever is a cruel wrong, Whatever is unjust, The honest years that speed along Will trample in the dust.

Ah, lady! it is hardly what you thought it, This life of luxury and social power; You gave yourself as principal, and bought it, But God extracts the interest hour by hour.

And let its meaning permeate each day. Whatever comes, This too shall pass away.

No one will grieve because your lips are dumb.

I think of death as some delightful journey that I shall take when all my tasks are done.

High in the heavens I saw the moon this morning, Albeit the sun shone bright; Unto my soul it spoke, in voice of warning, "Remember Night!"

No path is wholly rough.