Sunrise: day's great progenitor.

The friend anguish reveals is the slowest forgot.

I miss the grasshoppers much, but suppose it is all for the best. I should become too much attached to a trotting world.

Heavenly Father - take to thee The supreme iniquity Fashioned by thy candid Hand In a moment contraband - Though to trust us seem to us More respectful - We are Dust - We apologize to thee For thine own Duplicity.

The dearest ones of time, the strongest friends of the soul--BOOKS.

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.

The only secret people keep is immortality.