They who go Feel not the pain of parting; it is they Who stay behind that suffer.
Sunday is the golden clasp that binds together the volume of the week.
O beautiful, awful summer day, what hast thou given, what taken away?
A noble type of good. Heroic womanhood.
"Do not fear! Heaven is as near," He said, "by water as by land!"
It is foolish to pretend that one is fully recovered from a disappointed passion. Such wounds always leave a scar.