Yes, as my swift days near their goal, 'tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure.

I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free... Why am I so changed? I'm sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.

In secret pleasure — secret tears This changeful life has slipped away

But you might as well bid a man struggling in the water, rest within arm's length of the shore! I must reach it first, and then I'll rest.

I ran to the children's room: their door was ajar, I saw they had never laid down, though it was past midnight; but they were calmer, and did not need me to console them. The little souls were comforting each other with better thoughts than I could have hit on: no parson in the world ever pictured heaven so beautifully as they did, in their innocent talk; and, while I sobbed, and listened. I could not help wishing we were all there safe together.

We must be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering.

She burned too bright for this world.