And in the wreck of noble lives Something immortal still survives.
The surest pledge of a deathless name Is the silent homage of thoughts unspoken.
Think not because no man sees, such things will remain unseen.
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining.
As I gaze upon the sea! All the old romantic legends, all my dreams, come back to me.
How wonderful is the human voice! It is indeed the organ of the soul. The intellect of man is enthroned visibly on his forehead and in his eye, and the heart of man is written on his countenance, but the soul, the soul reveals itself in the voice only.