The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all spring.

How do most people live without any thought? There are many people in the world,--you must have noticed them in the street,--how do they live? How do they get strength to put on their clothes in the morning?

Does not Eternity appear dreadful to you. I often get to thinking of it and it seems so dark to me that I almost wish there was no Eternity. To think that we must forever live and never cease to be. It seems as if Death would be a relief to so endless a state of existence.

The truth I do not dare to know I muffle with a jest.

Time is short and full, like an outgrown Frock - .

Vinnie rocks her Garden and moans that God won't help her. I suppose he is too busy getting angry with the Wicked every day.

I see thee better in the dark I do not need a light.