Stars of earth, these golden flowers; emblems of our own great resurrection; emblems of the bright and better land.

I love thee, as the good love heaven.

When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.

Among the noblest in the land - Though man may count himself the least - That man I honor and revere, Who without favor, without fear, In the great city dares to stand, The friend of every friendless beast.

'Tis always morning somewhere, and aboveThe awakening continents, from shore to shore,Somewhere the birds are singing evermore.

What heart has not acknowledged the influence of this hour, the sweet and soothing hour of twilight, the hour of love, the hour of adoration, the hour of rest, when we think of those we love only to regret that we have not loved them more dearly, when we remember our enemies only to forgive them.

The hooded clouds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain.