A Lady with a Lamp shall stand In the great history of the land, A noble type of good, Heroic womanhood.

Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.

Then read from the treasured volume the poem of thy choice, and lend to the rhyme of the poet the beauty of thy voice.

A thought often makes us hotter than a fire.

The moon is hidden behind a cloud... On the leaves is a sound of falling rain... No other sounds than these I hear; The hour of midnight must be near... So many ghosts, and forms of fright, Have started from their graves to-night, They have driven sleep from mine eyes away: I will go down to the chapel and pray.

Noble souls, through dust and heat, rise from disaster and defeat the stronger.

If we love one another, nothing, in truth, can harm us, whatever mischances may happen.