For age is opportunity no less Than youth itself, though in another dress, And as the evening twilight fades away The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.

A boy's will is the wind's will, and the thought's of youth are long, long thoughhts

There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret, Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together.

A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.

This is the place. Stand still, my steed,- Let me review the scene, And summon from the shadowy past The forms that once have been.

If the mind, that rules the body, ever so far forgets itself as to trample on its slave, the slave is never generous enough to forgive the injury, but will rise and smite the oppressor.

Glorious indeed is the world of God around us, but more glorious the world of God within us.