The course of my long life hath reached at last in fragile bark over a tempestuous sea the common harbor, where must rendered be account for all the actions of the past.

Behind the clouds is the sun still shining.

Softly the evening came. The sun from the western horizon Like a magician extended his golden want o'er the landscape; Trinkling vapors arose; and sky and water and forest Seemed all on fire at the touch, and melted and mingled together.

But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise.

Thought takes man out of servitude, into freedom.

Know how sublime a thing it is to suffer and be strong.

Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood.